Babylon ; Muke

7.2

I'm tired of the feud,
your short fuse, my half turths
are not amused
I wish we had a clue to start new,
a white moon, no residue
The color of our mood is so rude,
a cold June, we're not immune
But if we're way too faded to fight,
you can stay one more night.
-M
Ps. Sei un tipo strano, lo sai?