to be the inanimate object that resembles your love
the smell of coffee brings back memories of you staying a little longer
what undiscovered treasures live right under our noses
x marked the spot where i met you
and your hand brushed against mine
time-there’s never enough
or maybe there’s too much
the ocean lives in your eyes
and not a day passes by that i don’t want to dive into you
and not a day goes by that i don’t drown in all that you are
cries of heartache were only described sounds until i met you
something like the scary stories you tell a child to keep them weary of monsters until those very same monsters rob them of their innocence
in a sense i knew you long before i met you
in other ways its like I never knew you at all
x marked the spot where i met you
i fear ex will mark the spot where we fall