lemonade

he wears a pastel yellow shirt to compliment his olive green eyes

drives along to the beat of the seventies

his freckles crease against his face as he smiles

the sunlight encapsulates his countenance, for i fall deeper

we kick the cans along the crispy cold night

laugh about the things that don’t make sense

the waves clash along the shore as the cream drips off to the sand

painted skies, cotton candy clouds a walk through psychedelic time

underneath a lemon drop moon my companion by my side

we climb the weeping willow, get lost in the sunset

at night we disappear in stills of gumusservi, he's all i need

lemonade lemonade

with him there's no place id rather be