mobee

One night to be confused..
One night to speed up truth..
We had our promise paid..
Four hands and then away.
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love...

Heartbeats : Jahromephoto yours truly Mobee