In the tearoom, we pretend
to be good friends – in turn
we bounceball our days
If only I could make contact
but with words, it doesn't work
Our hands are close together
We gaze outside
it can't be explained
although we understand
And that already comes too close
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 4:01 AM UTC
In the tearoom, we pretend
to be good friends – in turn
we bounceball our days
If only I could make contact
but with words, it doesn't work
Our hands are close together
We gaze outside
it can't be explained
although we understand
And that already comes too close
