in this thrifted sweater and black and white floral skirt
in my soft and faded yellow and on those pastel clouds with my daydreaming eyes
i wanted a cheap ticket
you see, i wanted a one way trip to heaven so i could stand protected so i could stand behind the holy gates, bathing in gold light. in my sweater, wrapped in light and safe.
little did i know i’d feel safer that day that i’d taste some of heaven in that sweater in late november with your arm interlaced in mine like fate had planned for that to be the moment our stars aligned
you were a sunbeam my sweater was security and your arms beheld the stars of the heavens to me
and can i tell you something? they were all so *yellow