I could hear it in the New York bustling crowd.

You can see it in the Vermont snowstorms.

We can feel it in the heights of our highs.

We can see it in the dark; you’re not a fan of, as I illuminate, camouflaging as the constellations in your eyes.

We’re the roses blooming in the night air.

Now, you’d go out of your way, so everything is perfectly my way.

It cascaded like the dominoes that we didn’t set up.

And you take “better when its just us” to a new spectrum of feelings.

It’s like the ceilings wants us to feel the snow.

Because sometimes love isn’t burning red neither is it golden, sometimes it’s no other shade of blue.

Blue, so deep we drown in it.

The character you brought out of me shines like no other.

Around you, I cover my face when we laugh just to make sure it’s there.

And I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words.

We don’t belong and our minds are strong enough to transfer worlds, together.

You’d never see me as who I was nor as who I try to be.

I love our laughs and our talks, but I love our silence the most.

My head on your shoulders in the backseat of your car.

Wishing the lights never disappears.

And time would just stop for a second.

And swore I didn’t want to go home.

As I recall the wars and spears thrown.

As nothing in world matters as much anymore.

Not as long as we have each other.