Looking up
Do you see me making a nest
On a cloud, saturated with distress
You are loud and I listen with contempt
I miss how my head rested on your chest
Flowers on your summer dress,
And the contrast with the grassland where we sat
Blushing red in your cheeks,
Matched the colour of the wine
In the woods we lay,
With a smile
Looking back,
like swallows on a return trip
It became clear to me then,
that both of us have taken a hit
You were my first friend,
I met you at the gateway
Kissed her on the bridge
Two years later part ways
Flowers on your summer dress,
And the contrast with the grassland where we sat
Blushing red in your cheeks,
Matched the colour of the wine
In the woods we lay,
For a while
Flowers on your summer dress
and the contrast with the grassland
where we sat
Flowers on your summer dress
and the contrast with the grassland
where we sat