FoundAlongRoad

Barely made it a day
In waiting for the weekend
Didn’t make it a night
One touch and we were fleeing
To behind a locked door
Forward a few steps
If you put it on the table i’m gonna put you on it
I could write a million words
On every breath, sound, every curve
But once again I’m upset
That I ever before wrote anything
When they were all along obviously meant
To be so much more, about you
I think I’m gonna keep most of it to myself
Cuz it’s the best situation I’ve ever felt
The healthiest
Happiest
And still just starting to bloom
And someday when we look back at the beginning
From whatever we’re building
Or if I’m gone
Then it can be known that for this long
I was the fucking luckiest human being 💜
Whatever you can imagine and beyond.