you are oversized sweaters.
in different shades of grey,
you're eighties music
and the smell of hay.
you are the moon,
and every shade of blue,
you're shiny disco lights and
leather laced up shoes.
you're an east-end accent,
and anxious bouncing knees,
you're stuck in time
but moon boy,
stay with me, please.
YOU ARE READING
art, i guess
Randomsup it's Ur Fav Gay™ doodles, poems, thoughts on stuff and basically me trying to be Artsy And Cool
