There was a little dash once that lead me from here - here… sometimes it showed me time and how long and short it can be from Christmas – my birthday or from Thursday – Friday and other times, when I dot my i’s cross my t’s this little dash adds a little extra.. from – to +
stay here (on the Sofa) feel the Beat (and never go)
be my boy (everlasting) at the end (talk around) secrets of love
Context: This is a poem i wrote for a lofi album I'm working on. Each line is a song title and the album name will be Sofa Beats (like beats to listen to while doing nothing) Let me know what you think!