Verse by @harper.slate

the field went gold then went to sleep you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i wore your city like a borrowed coat there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

the cold got into the bones of the house we made a home out of almost the kettle screams and i let it i left the door unlocked for a season

we were young and the light was cheap you were a rumor i believed twice i keep the receipts of everything i felt i buried the argument in the yard

i love you in the tense that has no word i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud