Home grown boy heart in city leaps.
Starry eyed goldie locks,
Girl swing so pretty, sleeps
poetic
shares the world with a fuzed up smile
You’d probably get it, took time
to talk a while
opportunist’s Whit in hand
and hesitation’s fresh
beneath froth.
Cool carbonation sensations
on flesh
exchanges conversation to burst
back
to the farthest room girl
roams to imagined nights with you
rather, to the midnight moon shone across the floor
Rhythms seem to change suddenly, not sure if it's all over the place or how i feel about it.
