maybe we all don't need a word perhaps we are just a people who are searching for a home

falling for him was like smoking a cigarette.

i was enjoying it while it was taking my everything from me.

i knew if i could give up i would miss it.

i went along with the tide 'till i lose my everything.

she blushes like an angel to devil's gustos

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