we look up and see
pacific rain subside
the words you said
growing warm inside
the clouds turn
into tender flare
angel sun seeping
from the tips of our hair
it’s singing a song
for us to hear
it’s like it knows
our hearts are clear
baby, im thinking
the sky wants us to kiss
take a picture
to remember this
hold me close before i leave
the most we’ll feel
ill find a way back
and make sure you’re real
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 3:04 PM UTC
we look up and see
pacific rain subside
the words you said
growing warm inside
the clouds turn
into tender flare
angel sun seeping
from the tips of our hair
it’s singing a song
for us to hear
it’s like it knows
our hearts are clear
baby, im thinking
the sky wants us to kiss
take a picture
to remember this
hold me close before i leave
the most we’ll feel
ill find a way back
and make sure you’re real
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