your eyes are as sweet as cinnamon including as naïve as a summer love
and i can't wait to drown in them

kissing at the street lights
going to bars
dancing in underground bands

screaming to recover
fighting with eachother
crying for another chapter

looking hangover
saying this is forever
telling me i'm your wildflower

flirting with girls
taking me for granteds
making me a new notch in your belts

running to last trains
making dins
laughing our grins

Three songs and one unfinished poem.
I was in your arms, singing to ed sheeran at the moment, in between all of the dramas, chaotic nights and nightmares, i found a peace and a quite moment in your arms, i didn't care about the world at all i only cared our little wonderland.