I like things small,and raw
All those things unprocessed
Are genuinely pure
Like the stars,free of flaws
All those blinking masses
Are everything you ask for
I see the shadows of you
In my window pane
Like I found you into my room
Doing my bedsheet, holding my hand
And that's everything I could ask for
I like you raw,so that I could
Process you with my love
And make you galvanised
And those shadows,the merry shadows
Are nothing but the fuckups going
Inside my head
And that bedsheet is just another
Dream of me to buy a bed for me
I see you in the shadows
Of my heart,cause my heart
Is blank as a graffiti wall
And I swear ya,I wish I could
Just undo all the love that
I've been paid for,free!~vaibhv