To Take A Look At Your Eyes Is Like A Glimpse Of The Summer.
You Have That Smile On Your Face,
The One Compared To Your Mother's.
You Made A Big Mistake To Ever Call Me Your Lover.
While You Were Having A Blast,
My Only Vibe Was A Bummer.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
Bummer
To Take A Look At Your Eyes Is Like A Glimpse Of The Summer.
You Have That Smile On Your Face,
The One Compared To Your Mother's.
You Made A Big Mistake To Ever Call Me Your Lover.
While You Were Having A Blast,
My Only Vibe Was A Bummer.