the moon is bright tonight, love
not too bright
or overwhelming,
but perfect just like you
and we're walking
past the canals in
Amsterdam
the smell of
weed and cannabis
just hovering in the air
with the flicker
of a heartbeat
we're cruising
down one of
them infinite
highways
i'd only seen
in movies
and i'm anything but
alone
because you're
sitting next
to me
in the drivers
seat
the sky is
so dark
albeit the small
burning stars
and holy fuck
you're so
beautiful
i love the
way you squint
when you laugh
and the way
your smile
lights you up
as if flicking
the switch
in a lighthouse
i love
everything about
you
and i take in
how you look
right now
as if it's the
last time
i'll ever see
you
but it isn't
anymore
because
never again,
love
and you
grip my hand,
i don't even
have to say
those three words
because you know
but i do
anyways
because
i've always been
a daydreamer
and this isn't a dream
and it never ever was.
"i love you."
YOU ARE READING
sangfroid ;;
Poetrysometimes i write poems and edit them into lyrics because it's therapeutic. aka// my pathetic attempts of making words sound nice with chords alongside them ~~ sang-froid noun coolness of mind; calmness; composure: "cold blood" © pastel-romantic ; 2...
