neighbors

we once met here. now we meet in the ground.

rambling

I have too much to say and too little people to say them to.

Blends

I feel light when I’m with you.

Favorite

You will always be my favorite.

Hierarchy

love has never been romance to me.

cold hands

Your hands were cold in mine.

Comfort

To be friends is to be each other’s comfort zone.

Love

This is love – quiet and serene.

butter

You melt like butter before people who hurt you.

Ropes

what we used to have exists no longer.