We traveled around the north.
Pretty faces,
and silly phrases
passing through our day.

The look on your face when the sun hit the back of the mountain,
made my entire mind collapse.
A figment of my imagination, yet so stunning.
The sound of your voice shattered my heart,
and my lips felt cold at the thought that we'd be apart.

My mind was not thinking, and for that I held dispite.
How could my love be here, but still be a lie?
We were downtown, somewhere.
and you asked me my favorite part.
But I could only remember the smell of your hair.