I’d buy you lemonade right now,
if you were here,
but then I’d throw it in your face
and I’d listen to you cry.
and I’d remember how I miss our nights under ocean skies.
you and I are like when fire and the ocean floor collide.
thanks, Chris Conley.
after 1yr and 4days,
“I don’t want this anymore.”
“I don’t want you anymore. ‘
my mind made it out to be some type of nightmare,
but my heart made sure
I was awake.