we lay down on your roof and looked at the stars before February because the air was crisp and tasted like rain, you held my hand and we kind of knew. we etched our names into each other’s hearts before we lost ourselves inside that night. pretending there was nothing, while our eyes held truth. talk to the leaves as they fall and attempt to forget the passion. envy the clouds for being so far away; pity them for not knowing you like I do. cause we felt something kind of like life,
kind of like love.