writes

I hate that disappointed tone in your voice.

jealous wings wishing they could fly just as high.
and we make friends with the birds who used to flaunt to us their sky

we'll keep this all in photographs just like how we met
so in the later years we'll dig through boxes of all the memories we kept.

all I want is to hear your heart

the floors aching groans let me know you are here
your song that calls me without words yet feels so sincere