B a b y

sooner or later were all gonna die, with or without giving our last peek of love to another's dying soul. and that day's been counting down since the moment we left the womb, we've been crawling and drooling over this dirty road, yet it seems to always get sweeter. even when its not, at least its not so boring. the sun and the moon have seen us through our worst, when we look up and hope the other is doing the same somewhere out there. and i remember when you'd say to look up, and you'd be looking up too. we shared it, the ugliest of skies, but you never remembered in the morning. baby, it must've not been me, if the skies have turned pink. i believe its the way that the wind that shades in the shadows, of the leaves that fall into place, and erase the angles of your chin, the way your eyes seem so dark but always so beautiful, meet me one more time? ride down the streets, even if youre drunk, baby, i'll accpet you, even at your worst.


have a beautiful nighggghghtt<3