Your voice is like many mockingbirds
Chanting enchanting nightingale tunes.
Like the wind you blow off my reasoning,
With the way you softly strike my strings.
Your masterliness affirms it's just your job,
An trophy actor from sartudays night fever.
I know i should flee from this cajoling covin,
Yet makes me see colours, beautiful ones.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Your voice is like many mockingbirds
Chanting enchanting nightingale tunes.
Like the wind you blow off my reasoning,
With the way you softly strike my strings.
Your masterliness affirms it's just your job,
An trophy actor from sartudays night fever.
I know i should flee from this cajoling covin,
Yet makes me see colours, beautiful ones.