Dried trees
have you felt the air
brushing your lushy hairs
and the bushes making
noises as they move
we're sitting under dried treesfalling into love
but dried as we came from
dried we'll die from
bring my old flaski'll throw it away
bring my old past
i'll keep it with me
the birds talking about ushow much we have in common
but one thing was
our love for each other
helpless timescrushed grapes wine
i don't wanna drink
anyway as it makes you
go round and round
makes you spit out
the truth of yours
from the darkest days
we don't see i to iwe see how we can kill
our love from silence
in the old dusty room
where poets used to write
about us when we had
our charm but now
we lost it
we're sitting under dried treescan you stop taking pictures please
they burn your eternity
and becomes your hardest memories