Matters passed into the silence
We're both left as nemophilists
Too tired to breathe sprightly
Color the sea, another sky for me
Beautiful yellow as your hair, dress and comb
You are sylphic with skin of peachy monochrome
From sunset, sunrise your body feels of foam
Yet again to whisper "lets get lost'' in a brisk tone
But I cannot see into the sunset
All I know is that you're perfect right now
The zestful weekend’s almost here now
The furthest reaches of your nowhere town
Making peace with an empty town
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
Matters passed into the silence
We're both left as nemophilists
Too tired to breathe sprightly
Color the sea, another sky for me
Beautiful yellow as your hair, dress and comb
You are sylphic with skin of peachy monochrome
From sunset, sunrise your body feels of foam
Yet again to whisper "lets get lost'' in a brisk tone
But I cannot see into the sunset
All I know is that you're perfect right now
The zestful weekend’s almost here now
The furthest reaches of your nowhere town
Making peace with an empty town
