i'm guessing this is growing up

so far i've come to this:

i dream in black in white
got an outdated imagination
but i do with what i have
cause glory be to nostalgia
a hymn to better times (or so we all thought)
i vaguely remember having shot at love
i missed, but maybe things are changing
"i'll be your summer song and you can be my weak knees."
long live your beauty
it deserves parades
and red carpets
but you're not that kind of skirt.
organic love
from the heart
and all yours, still


after all this time.