the sanctity of a perfect saturday
the taste of a sweet, sugary dream
the feeling of hands that caress me
and the fortress of a home we built ourselves

a sea of memories floods my sanctity
that of which is no longer yours
because a summer's lost daydream ripped it apart
even after the winter's necessity brought it together

your lips upon my hands
your hands upon my face
an illusion of unforgotten flutters
and the most beautiful feeling a human can know

a cafe stained with recollection
and abandoned hope tucked away next door
your strong arms, the towers of refuge
are the long-lost haven i seek to this day

and as this thursday's hell rolls to a close
i feel the love i always have pouring through my bones