Loose jumper and shirt with a hint of 80's vibes.
Wears glasses made of summer '97,
Draws out the darkness from white lies.
The left side of my eye are the rifles,
The right side looks for safety.
Meanwhile, sitting straight sipping on coffee Marvels,
Makes me wonder the different directions of my cravity.
We matched on some levels,
One thing a lil too much.
Found Glory in Sharing happy memories.
Though mine haven't seen the day as such.
Sun and the moon, my best friends
Warned me about the clouds.
Saw many different sizes and shapes,
But before no one escaped my doubts.
The premise is set, probably for me works like magic.
Maybe found a cure for my music taste.
Maybe found something worth saving from the tragic.