and you hold me
I chase the memory of it,
that warmth, that youth
when the backseats
of cars were romantic
and we wrote love notes
to each other in the
fogged-up windows
those first-love songs
playing on the stereo
and we’re broken
the song plays and
nostalgia comes on
but it’s done
and everything
is alright.
this should be a song. love it.
Some of the lines are from a song. :n) It would be a song out of a poem inspired by a song!