i looked
for the meaning of art
in the dictionary
and i saw you there
standing in a garden of roses
with your eyes closed
and arms wide open

i've never seen
such natural beauty
for a long time

you grow fire trees
in the hollows of your mind
yet your chest remains
to be a lonely void

if you let me in,
will I **survive?

make sure
you change
your bedsheets
before sunrise

i don't want you
to miss me
while i'm already busy
moving on
with my life

let's lay on the rooftop
and smoke
until our curious lungs burn
and we'd run out of words to say
but 'i love you'

(i love you)
like the words were spoken for the first time
and we're already drunk with the idea of (love's) reciprocity