Saylah:
it's all poetic
you're running drizzly
like a fine wine for me
it's all anapestic
whispered, I ain't going to
finish this journey alone
it's all idyllic
you took me to New Zealand
made me your sunrise
and your queen
we are moving so deep
on an immeasurable steep
we are falling as we trip
on a higher gravity
rain kept pouring
the window keepers got cold
but it's loving
and your presence never gets old
I counted seconds,
thousands of them came
I measured heartbeats
thousands of them reverberate
tell me your motive
and your name
I'll take it to be your victim
than the fame
you denote yourself
unfathomably
I get it, I fancy you
You fancy me
