Lost in transit

Portland OR

Description

I kissed u after dancing in the street both recovering from the conversation with the old veteran we had just met. We stood in the cold and u wrapped me in your leather jacket even though i was lying and telling u i that wasnt cold U read me awful poetry while sitting in the train station (bad poetry never sounded so good) You picked someone else and thats okay, just wish i knew why you fell out of love Missing that connection, let me mourn that; and the future that we could've had.(im trying)