we roll through green
staring at each other
my spark, my flame
something I cannot explain
her voice, melody
mingling with mine
as we talk in a mixed daze
only each other
our tongues tied
this field
what it does to us
our eyes never apart
a moon
first time we meet
this feeling really
is incomplete
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 8:01 AM UTC
we roll through green
staring at each other
my spark, my flame
something I cannot explain
her voice, melody
mingling with mine
as we talk in a mixed daze
only each other
our tongues tied
this field
what it does to us
our eyes never apart
a moon
first time we meet
this feeling really
is incomplete
I didn't mean to make some parts rhyme...
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