i am not sure if i'd still like the same pair of jeans, or if the same kind of music will make me feel.
my mind is like leaves over the seasons: wilting, growing, changing color, blooming once more.
i am not sure if i'd still like pancakes on a sunday morning or like the scent of the pages of a book. i am not sure if i'd still remain silent or if i'd talk loudly - as the years go by.
but floating in my mind is one constant; that is, above all change, i am sure that i'd still adore you every single day
you have the most peaceful set of hazel eyes so deep and dark and mostly unraveled you make me want to reach for the stars though hot and vast in distance — my palms are unbearable for i love and love is in all things vast and spontaneous like our small talks on the phone your smiles are the substance that fill up my void and your laugh — a chemical intoxication stronger than dopamine
our romance in mornings reach midnights alive for the moon is our luminous stone and the sun that makes it ember keeps us where we are
here comes the pile walking down the hall shuffles, pauses one pushes a button door opens eight stepped in door closes five pushed buttons breathe in count to ten breathe out long silence ding door opens step out sigh.
You'll meet again And he'll keep you at arms length Making sure you're not too close to his heart But not too far from his touch Tell you words you've melted for before But words that, for you, he'd never felt at all