I want to feel love blooming
by the old oak tree at dusk,
where fireflies write secrets
and the world feels made for us.
I want laughter on the tailgate,
warmth in the summer air,
slow dances in the driveway
like nobody else is there.
Maybe I’m just wishin’
on a radio love song,
But I dream of a hand to hold
when the nights feel too long
a heart skipping wild
like a stone on the creek,
a little bit of forever
every day of the week.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:29 PM UTC
I want to feel love blooming
by the old oak tree at dusk,
where fireflies write secrets
and the world feels made for us.
I want laughter on the tailgate,
warmth in the summer air,
slow dances in the driveway
like nobody else is there.
Maybe I’m just wishin’
on a radio love song,
But I dream of a hand to hold
when the nights feel too long
a heart skipping wild
like a stone on the creek,
a little bit of forever
every day of the week.
Honestly, I just got bored while listening to music and wrote this.
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