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you tear the sky into two with almond milk teeth, tonight i'll dream in baby blue, of kisses that taste like moonset because sin seems overrated and i'd rather dance with an angel till the sun melts, saturn's rings around our hips like hoolahoops.
but please just tell me all these throwing pennies into fountain wishes were worth it, pray tell me you felt every word you'd sing, laying under the apricot sun with a rosewood guitar and empty grape soda cans. because i'm starting to question whether the sigh escaping your lips when your fingertips graze mine is really of bliss or sugar coated uncertainty.
what happened to growing old together, owning an apartment next to beach. i guess you never really loved the idea of butter sand between your toes, or sunkissed skin against your lips.
i wonder if these stolen kisses and broken heart pieces were worth it, you were the wind and i the ocean, together we would be nothing more than a pretty polaroid photo and a hurricane.
