Summer nights in your eyes,
Car rides at floating sunsets
You took my rose-hand
And pulled me up onto a pine tree.
You were the bird and I was the cone.
The world seemed to be in love,
But then I fell
And you flew away.
Winter nights in your heart,
Dry leaves at cold-births
You grabbed my shirt
And pushed me into cavity.
Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
Summer nights in your eyes,
Car rides at floating sunsets
You took my rose-hand
And pulled me up onto a pine tree.
You were the bird and I was the cone.
The world seemed to be in love,
But then I fell
And you flew away.
Winter nights in your heart,
Dry leaves at cold-births
You grabbed my shirt
And pushed me into cavity.