Yeah…
Late nights, low lights… you still here...
I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold...
My bus still passes by the place we knew,
where we once bought paints...
Yo, kick back, let's dive into a tale,
'Bout Fluffy Blueberry Cinnamon Rolls, without...
If our souls meet again,
let mine forget hers...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
we were
something...
My fingers hover on the keyboard of my phone until...
My nose is in need of mint tea and spring storms...
She wrote in the sand
A message along the shore...