Red roses and frosted glass on my windowpane,
Curly fries and kisses blurred in the rain.
Light streaming in on us both in bed,
Pre-work kisses pressed to your forehead.
The bliss of not knowing what it is to come,
And I guess the lifestyle I chose only works out for some.
Early morning runs and Christmas at the zoo,
Red dresses and tattoos and your pickup truck too.
Prom court and countless n...