stars in my eyes
honey tea in my hands
a button up shirt
and ***** grey pants
standing on a hill
the moon watched me closely
and sung into my ear
i sung loudly after him
you honestly think i miss you?
i miss the days
i talked with the moon
and sat on a porch
with my friends
as they smoked cigarettes
the sunset...resting in our eyes
as we laughed
and made quotes,
the days i biked
and felt so freely
then i proceeded to melt
into the earths fingers...
you're not the only brown haired person