The flowers have bloomed twice Before we spoke again. You dyed your hair many times, But I haven’t changed at all. I am still hopeless When I see that smile.
summer night lit up by the flashlight of a cracked cell phone suburbia held her breath sang to by the crickets a walk to the gas station holy city in the dead of night my friend drank too much *** he banged on the door it was locked the clerk seemed scared he thought we were robbers.
From the heavens the moon watches, Dwelling among swollen stars. Its fair light washing over the cities, Upon which young lovers wish, To unknown shores the waves carry bliss, Burying imminent grief underneath.