I don’t need a cure for me
she said with a pleasant melody
Ac in the back like the tea shop for time travelers
Just sit tight and soak it in
There won’t be much else to consider there
Just blue green eyes that stare
Waking, holding hands with ms moon
I will miss this soon
Took my shoes off for more ground
as my souls touch the sound
Don’t need much to feel free
Do not worry where to flee
Fabric soft where leg meets feet
Like wind on a late summer eve