Suddenly I am creeping outside your bedroom window The full moon has me thinking that I'm sorry while the wind blows I've never quite seen the improper use of a friend zone
By Mario Costa4 years ago in Poets
I’m impatiently waiting for the bus on 8th Ave Clouds are rolling in, full of rain in their hands Time stands still but people are still rushing
I speak your name in hush tones Because your body's like a brush stroke A beautiful art form Are we defined by one stroke
I speak your name in hush tones Because your body's like a brush stroke, A beautiful art form Are we defined by one stroke
