behind the trees smoke empties from our lungs
on the swing you come close to me
you were in a tanktop
I was in a sweater
It was 40 degrees
oh god do i love this weather
pack the bowl
ill just take this moment in
Polaroid memories
I love when you talk to me
your voice could put me to sleep
but now its my turn to puff then pass
ive been put in a daze
locked in your gaze
we are secluded from the world
sitting on a swing
listening to each other breathe