I would live in your
Calm summer
Breath
If it meant I could
See what it
Meant
To be part of your
Early morning
Smile
There's a reason I'm
Sitting in this
Chair
& I'm going to hold
Onto it for dear
Life in this
Instance
The color red has
Never seemed
So
Appealing
& I want our hair
To smell like
Strawberries for
Five years
So I have something else
To dream about
Instead
Of the thunder
& you won't have to
Worry
About holding my
Frightened hand
Through the
Noise.