one by one, two by two,
you pulled those creamy petals,
threw them into the wind and screamed.
this is what it feels like to be alive,
your hand in mine,
standing tall and wide over the edge of the world.
i was entranced, living in a dream,
where the dust settled and i could see,
your smile painted in hues upon my lips.
"don't you see, this is for you and me,"
every stupid thing leading to this,
an adventure for our hearts to be free.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
one by one, two by two,
you pulled those creamy petals,
threw them into the wind and screamed.
this is what it feels like to be alive,
your hand in mine,
standing tall and wide over the edge of the world.
i was entranced, living in a dream,
where the dust settled and i could see,
your smile painted in hues upon my lips.
"don't you see, this is for you and me,"
every stupid thing leading to this,
an adventure for our hearts to be free.
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