to bougainvillea and bits of my heart
on sunday, we watch the sun go down in the silence of this little lost town tuesday when you first call me sweetheart to bougainvillea and bits of my heart. your smile meets your eyes, you laugh at a joke appear out of nowhere, disappear into smoke and you leave me blushing every time you depart to bougainvillea and bits of my heart. on thursday morning, you ask me to be yours over pancakes and bedsheets and emptied drawers to kissed beginnings, this state of art and bougainvillea and the beat of my heart. here are flowers and fires and rooms painted blue you're falling in love, should i jump in, too? all i have is paper flowers and your plastic art and bougainvillea and bits of my heart. we run into clouds and kiss in the rain you bring me the sunshine, take away the pain i try and i try but the strings come apart to bougainvillea and bits of my heart. it is friday when you leave me where i don't want to be, lock away your doors, and you take away yo