Hold my hand oh, hold it tight once more,
Remember the crowd, for me you once ignored...
My bus still passes by the place we knew,
where we once bought paints...
I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold...
Yeah…
Late nights, low lights… you still here...
Truth is, I still love you,
in the quiet ways I don’t admit out loud...
Dont forget to rest
Your sweet acorn eyes...
I want soft candlelight and deep conversations;
Paired with warm blankets as soft as our laughter...
Years ago....
Words would traffic jam within...
I stole your seat,
you called me "Uncomfortable...
I woke up to warm blankets;
Sunlight filtering through the window in soft rays...
Autumn is here, then the rain will fall soon,
then the butterfly will make a cocoon...
I said my final goodbyes
And you never even knew...