I want to come over to snuggle
We can wrap ourselves up in your cloud bed and talk about the cracks and the beauties of the world
But I forget that you’re an ocean and an orchard full of lemon trees away from me now
And it’ll take too long for me to cross over to find you in the branches
I hope
This isn’t me starting to lose you
Memories like little leaves are falling as our mango tree shakes,
Drifting down in little piles on the lawn, they accumulate between us
Let’s rake them up & save them
Be it in a letter or message inscribed in digital ink
Lets rake up the leaves and save them, before they float away!
You like to tuck things behind your ear and wear bright colors
I used to tuck myself behind your shadow and camouflage
But once we dressed up like gypsy goddesses and walked down 24th street and you taught me its okay to be noticed
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 3:31 AM UTC
I want to come over to snuggle
We can wrap ourselves up in your cloud bed and talk about the cracks and the beauties of the world
But I forget that you’re an ocean and an orchard full of lemon trees away from me now
And it’ll take too long for me to cross over to find you in the branches
I hope
This isn’t me starting to lose you
Memories like little leaves are falling as our mango tree shakes,
Drifting down in little piles on the lawn, they accumulate between us
Let’s rake them up & save them
Be it in a letter or message inscribed in digital ink
Lets rake up the leaves and save them, before they float away!
You like to tuck things behind your ear and wear bright colors
I used to tuck myself behind your shadow and camouflage
But once we dressed up like gypsy goddesses and walked down 24th street and you taught me its okay to be noticed