Daylight rolls around a comforter and the sun touches the tops of trees,
Specifically the one I'm sitting on, trying to think of words to say when i meet you for the first time.
I'll tell you to close your eyes. I'll say "just let me paint you a picture".
I'll gaze up at the beauty blue, and even though i can't sing at all, I'll sing you a song to help you remember.
"You are my south, and i am the bird that'll migrate to your arms.
You are the child, and i am your big red balloon, so please don't lose me.
And i promise, with all my heart and my last breath, that i will do whatever to keep that smile on your lips,
I am just a body, and you are my heart, please keep beating.
Please keep me alive."
— The End —