crumpled in bed between the sheets you were telling me how good it could be if we would progress you were telling me how we’d stroll along the hallways of the mall holding hands or maybe playing with our air piano keyed on the third octave you were telling me how you’d practically scream on the sight of a lizard or a frog or a grasshopper you were telling me how you would not allow me to expose my body way too much in front of the sea or the sea of people you were telling me how we’d listen together to the playlist you made of the songs from decades before us you were telling me how you see all these things but what you weren’t telling me was how those lenses are rose colored ones you weren’t telling me how these are going to come true because you have no plans of allowing them to you have no plans of letting us be the people we see under the rose colored glasses you allowed us to peek
rose colored dreams (via belved-ere)