you are the song
i want to listen to
in that cliché and timeless
3am moment on the highway
windows rolled
down with the
potential-filled and empty
yet comforting indigo
sky blowing past,
only car on the road
just us, me with my
feet up on the dash,
fingers interlocked with
yours on my lap,
headlights illuminating
the road and trees
ahead, can’t think about
anything else except
for the pulse of the night
and cold air on my skin
and oh God
this is my life and
i feel so alive

im sad
and
all alone now
with my heart
in pieces
as you pass by
without even
batting an eyelash
at me
when i
want to
run and
give you
all of
my love
that you
dont deserve
but i would
anyway.

.

I saw autumn

reflecting in your
springtime eyes

and knew
as long as I was with you

summer would never end

my fingers are always icy,
cold hands
always a purple or red color,
cold hands
my fingers never interlocking with his,
cold hands
But you with your bright eyes and kind smile,
you're all mine
The way you look at me left me with,
warm hands and flushed cheeks