We can like
Or we can love
Its just our heart
Its just god
I want our time to feel the way we need
The sun makes poems
The moon makes inside dreams
I die in ice
I live in fire
I wish the trees could read the stars in the night

It takes romance to understand

A long lost look
Or a smile that lives forever
For this writing to end
This blue book finds darkness
Thoughts on our tounges which mean were alone
Happy to hate the poet
The future is our music
Our feelings on paper
Can never be hands to hold
Our hearts beating exist and are alive

It takes romance to understand