he smells like a vintage petit café from 40s; fresh coffes, cigarettes and pavlova

dawn turns to day
when stars are started to wander
whatever i'm doing or wherever i'm lying
you are the only thing on my mind
the sun rise
when sky turns from black to pink
i listen the city
even the city sings for you
sunset turns to night
and you are the only one closest to my heart

she was the artist
that admiring his enchanting laugh
he was the muse of her inspiration
with high hopes and never ending love

He was calm, he had an unique face. You couldn't tell if he was happy or not only thing you could tell he had some terrible suffering.

you blew a smoke
and said that you love me
you kissed me
and told me your past while putting me in your future plans
at the concert
and you showed me your dance moves
in your smile
and i saw the real you
if i give you my heart
would i lose?
or maybe you can stay a little bit longer