There's silence,
And there's cinnamon skies,
There's dark nights,
Sitting so quietly,
serenading.
your sombers and tired eyes,
are playing moving images,
Floating in the skies,
Over and over.
And you said you like,
Tonight (I wish I was your boy),
There's words that don't make sense,
That always up for an interpretation.
We are built with so many stars and galaxies combined,
Maybe all we need is to have a conversation
At 3 am
maybe I need to learnt again
What does it mean to connect to
Someone.
-sya-
Lil insight —-If you're a 1975 fan,throwback to when 'notes on the conditional form'dropped and matty healy goin live...it was such a fun times and I was vibing with this internet friends all night long...
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Inside My Mind
ПоэзияRainy days and quiet evening A moment of silence and a taste of sincerity When the days are sinking and you looking for a safe place to hide TW! P.s nothing personal and cover by the amazing @Lucasxx44
