First Love
Watching him across the room. Assessing the enigma...
There exists a grayscale world underneath ours.
With every so often splashes of color in it,
Color paraded for good reason,
It’s a place that makes sense.
More sense than here.
That must be where he’s from,
For he makes sense.
I can tell.
Hmmmm... Should I ask him to dance?
There exists a grayscale world underneath ours.
With every so often splashes of color in it,
Color paraded for good reason,
It’s a place that makes sense.
More sense than here.
That must be where he’s from,
For he makes sense.
I can tell.
Hmmmm... Should I ask him to dance?