Sun-dried grass biting our ankles as we walk side-by-side down the hill.
All I want to do is reach out and hold your hand, rough with too much labor.
But let's just keep to ourselves like always.

Conversation fades in and out like your favorite radio station when driving through the mountains.
Let's try a different channel and let our eyes tell what our lips can't.
You're chocolate eyes and my baby blues, would shake any artist.

Let's write the rest of the story together,
Break the mold of college and dead-end jobs.
Nine-to-Fives were never your style anyway.

Perfectly messed up hair
flowing in the wind of shorts that are too short
and flowered shoulder bags
overpriced at your favorite hippie store.

You don't see what I see.

You see tattoos,
your grandfather's old fedora,
and a killer smile

I see a heart that is too big,
Eyes made from an angel's soul,
and a laugh that makes the world keep spinning.

I could write this a thousand times
and each time, it becomes more cliche.
I should stop now while I still have last night's
whiskey making friends with my innermost thoughts.

"The hardest thing you will ever go through is your own life"
I won't forget that
but I don't believe that.

The hardest thing to go through
is watching another life go on...
without you in it.

You aren't the Aladdin to Jasmine
or even Prince Eric to Ariel.

You are that song that comes on the radio
that gives you that invincible feeling.
The rain on a day where you just want to stay in
and dream away.

Read to me one more time, please
"If my childhood could love you"

I like the way your voice sounds when you're not sure
if the audience is listening to you.
I like the way your voice sounds when
you are overflowing with devotion.

I like the way we are now.
Distant friends, catching up at the right moments.
Inspiring each other to create the next masterpiece.

We will go our different ways eventually.
You will dazzle the world's population with your words,
and I will fade into a distant memory.