oh, what i would give to sing a duet with you in the fog of the early morning
wrapped up in love and stable in every way
to grow a kiwi tree from the part where our hands can’t intertwine
and chant “forever”
i will hold your hand when death is gripping your ribs and slicing your existence in half
i do miss you so
and your champion complex
oh, what it would mean to me if we could combine our feelings
let’s become a commonality of emotions
draw me in the teal light of your ambitions
i wanna cheer you on in your accomplishments
can you give me your hand
cause if you do then we can swing in the branches of the sycamore and glow like fireflies in the raw moonlight
and sleep soundly in our ataraxia
dazed by the fondness of our evergreen admiration
i still love you and i still think about you
just give me the word
or a call