joy is coming.
we are going to the place
where unsalted butter flies
but when it leaves
it's unsalted no more
bring a helmet.
we will do things together
you wanted to do this
you loved to do this
you stopped doing this
i loved that you wanted to do this
i loved to watch you do this
i was sad when you stopped doing this
i miss your lips.
all this time,
all these experiences
all our moments
and i've had the wrong pda
still need to be mindful of the sand, though
stop. relax.
newly shared experiences
again
my eyes are opened
our bodies relaxed
i dismiss nothing
i understand the facts
and when the facts fail me
an experience is shared
nothing can hurt us
when we do things in pairs
tell me on a sunday.
the birds and the bees
the animals and the trees
the love abounds
when the sun goes down
i hope that on sunday,
you tell me you had fun on saturday
in their multitude.
in durango last seen
this time, together
lets steal a moment of beauty
that's just us