i remember the cold grass,
flattened beneath our backs,
as we stared upon the stars above
your eyes would glow,
the most beautiful sight to be seen,
the stars could never compete
and when i would put my thoughts into words,
you'd blush; and the smile to grace your face,
was much like the sun above
you'd often blind me,
making my eyes burn, a pleasant sting,
while you sit, oblivious
oh, how you took my breath away
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
i remember the cold grass,
flattened beneath our backs,
as we stared upon the stars above
your eyes would glow,
the most beautiful sight to be seen,
the stars could never compete
and when i would put my thoughts into words,
you'd blush; and the smile to grace your face,
was much like the sun above
you'd often blind me,
making my eyes burn, a pleasant sting,
while you sit, oblivious
oh, how you took my breath away
