I met you in the winter, and I remember Your hair burned like autumn leaves. Like a fresh cup of coffee on the skin, Like embarrassed, flushed red cheeks, And like the suffocating stage lights.
I wished my tone was as warm as yours, I wished my brain was as bright as yours, I wished my words were as illuminating as yours. But for now, all I can do is help you Clean up your mess with my cold hands.
clean up other people's messes, it might gain you a friend. for Liam