Buyme a ring that will turn my finger green so I can imagine our love is aforest and I can get lost in you. And I swear I grew like a wildflower,those years I was with you.



We’rehere, only to replace the air. On nights where the city lights shine sobeautifully, it’s a mirror image of the stars in the sky. Each arecorresponding to one on the other side. We aren’t the perfect things inpoetry. We love and breathe only to be remembered, grasping to the hopethat someone will aspire to attain what never came to be, that somedaysomeone will sing of our dreams. And live to be what we couldn’t.

for lauren: who molests the 12 year old peter pans at Disney.