I still remember
the sound of your voice
(but only if I start with my name)
the smell of your room in high school
the salt of your lacrosse sweat
met with crushed Virginia grass
the stale but inviting stash
of ditch **** in your drawer
from before we knew better
those fleet heart beats
in the back of your
red two-door
when you held my face
in your hands
when you kissed me
and gave me my heart
when you told me
you love me
first
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 9:59 AM UTC
I still remember
the sound of your voice
(but only if I start with my name)
the smell of your room in high school
the salt of your lacrosse sweat
met with crushed Virginia grass
the stale but inviting stash
of ditch **** in your drawer
from before we knew better
those fleet heart beats
in the back of your
red two-door
when you held my face
in your hands
when you kissed me
and gave me my heart
when you told me
you love me
first