could this be light?

does this mean everything’s going to be alright?

one look out my window theres trees talking like people. 

i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sound

i dreamt of gravity, keeping us around

i slept in the darkness it was lonely 

& it was silent.

& what is this love?

i don’t feel the same, i dont believe what this is could be given a name. 

i woke you were there tracing planets on my forehead…

but i’ll forget 23, like i’ll forget 17

& i’ll forget my first love like you’ll forget a daydream. 

& what of all my wild friends… and the times i’ve had with them?

we’ll all fade to grey soon on the tv station. 

Frank Ocean.

There’s nothing wrong with admitting your wrongs, your flaws

your mistakes, your “im sorry’s” your “too late’s”

your too early “goodbyes’s” or the singing of the same old songs

She wants that old thing back, and she plans to go back and get just that

Starts with an apology, from you to Me.

Love,