Avenue
Today I thought about every single thing I love about you
The red on your cheeks and the way your hair falls on your back, like a waterfall
And your smile brings me back to that spring three years ago
Only fourteen, but we thought we knew all about love´
All I think about is kissing your neck, the warmth of your lips
Let's go back to that bench in the avenue, where we had so much fun three years ago, in the avenue
Writer/s: badweather
