Soft

How soft we ache,
bleeding with a friend, relieving pain,
all my thoughts that further lost,
once so vivid,
the candle sits
and window spits,
light came at last,
we ride in the same old seats,
cut the wide country side away,
those were lovely days,
flat shoes and gravel cramp your style,
that one, that one,
that oh so cheerful grin,
memory love is a language,
we speak when we want some,
how soft we ache
for a feeling we cannot recall,
my heart with gain and loss
gave sweet away,
I feel my heart adore uptake,
invite with fire bright,
like Leo, shimmer long,
I know I can’t live it over,
so I lay my back in the clover,
we cut a path to the cliffside,
our eyes saw right to the horizon,
I know I can’t live it over,
so I lay my back in the clover,
we cut a path to the cliffside,
our eyes saw right to the horizon
I know I can’t live it over,
so I lay my back in the clover,
we cut a path to the cliffside,
our eyes saw right to the horizon
I know I can’t live it over,
so I lay my back in the clover,
we cut a path to the cliffside,
our eyes saw past the horizon
woooowheee