Namely, This Needs To Remain Our Little Secret

saunter over and step with me, as the grass somehow grows green again while we're vapid about sinking into this skin. a weight of a bed that's still hidden somewhere within the walls of subconcious. of dreams i've dreamed, the sweetest alaways seemed those that kept still and wondered at what the world could still deliver. unharmed, and awake, the way we seemed to first engage. so sample lips that taste of firsts, kisses of lingering laughing kids we remain for a while.