Jul 22, 2014
Arabic Tales
Turn up your fantasy Respond to my responses And maybe ending scene Will magnify your chances
I never heard your name before And I forgot it a few times, But i remember date of four And how your cufflink shines
The city’s running through the ride I think I wore too much perfume The dance, the kiss, the glimpse of pride, The hollowness of bright red room..
The bittersweet momentum turns, And twists and brines in brown eyes The new me for some reason mourns And envies Past me time to time
This goes away when your head tilts And laying softly on my lap, I won’t forget how safe it feels When our fingers overlap.