but i set fire to the rain.

we'll live in a tree-house. in a very very
high sycamore-tree and it will be beautiful.
we will live on chocolate-bars and dreams. we
will create our own language that only we can
understand. roses will grow from the tips
of our strands of hair and we will have
poppies in our cheek bones. from our every
eye-lash we will hang stars so that when we
look at each other we will see our whole
universe. we will travel the world from
each other’s soul and we will understand that
we are each other’s every breath of air. we
will sleep next to a nest of phoenixes and we
will dream about endless seas and dancing
fauns. we will live unhappily ever after.

oh love, your promises are great and empty.