Like old-school rock
And light’s that flock,
And bow and follow
With grace of swallow
To her beauty and sweetness
Through light and weakness
Exhibited in moves and words
As things envelop in thirds
“Do you need sometime, on your own?”
Following prejudice that foul could own
“Could you mend her broken heart?”
I’d fall worlds apart
“Could you care for day with me?”
Followed by uncertain: “Free?”
Maybe dreams become the honor
Felt by character tomorrow
But tonight in eyes of charm
That wrap up, disarm,
You become the dream in sinner,
Beggar, king and worldly winner
Should I call you by your name?
Maybe let november rain
Do the magic of the time
To unfold the perfect crime…
Made with thought of Anastasija
