We've met before, in between the swift breeze while the moon sits on the stoop and watches us hold hands
Where the tulips blow in the wind we stood somewhere in the grass, embraced
Inside of a coffeeshop among the dim of light we found eachother in coffee beans-- Aromatic
Alongside a breath we became something of an exhale, a cloud only seen and untouched
We've met before but you're only as close as the night sky is
Can't you feel all that could become of us?
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
We've met before, in between the swift breeze while the moon sits on the stoop and watches us hold hands
Where the tulips blow in the wind we stood somewhere in the grass, embraced
Inside of a coffeeshop among the dim of light we found eachother in coffee beans-- Aromatic
Alongside a breath we became something of an exhale, a cloud only seen and untouched
We've met before but you're only as close as the night sky is
Can't you feel all that could become of us?
