This Is Real Poem by Moth Harris

I step outside and feel the bright warmth of the sun in my hair.
The grass has dried and peeled, the night's cold, right under there.
The place where we let our bodies lay while we were in love.
The chase that had never saw ease. Stay while we fly above.
I'll make you promises that are impossible to my tongue.
You'll take my calm kisses that are impossible to get wrong
and we'll sing the day away in a silent song about how we feel
and we'll sing the day away in a silent song 'Oh, this is real! '
This is real.