i don't think i'll ever forgethow your hands felt on my neckin the backseat of our best friend's car.                                                                 youtraced lines of poetry down my spinewith hands covered in glitter and lust.my love, you                                                                 area masterpiece, an oil portrait of perfection.you helped paint                                                                 mysoul the colors of the sunrise that's appearing right before us.and darling, we are almost                                                                 home.