January 14, 2025

I wrote a song for him. It’s not a good one and it does not make sense, but it was never meant to just like him.

What a pretty color

Your black eyes

What a pretty color

Like cinnamon 

And the sand

My hands so cold

Don’t do it like that

I just like to see you here

And only you 

I just loved you that way

What a pretty poem

The sun and that song

What a pretty pic 

With you and without color

And I want to be there

With you and next to you 

But you don’t have to (love me)

The way I love you 

I can understand that

I can live like that

What a pretty color

Your black eyes

What a pretty color

Like cinnamon