Cherry کے بول

C-train, Uptown. Packed in, noon crowd. Slight touch, my hand- Glance up, you stand. I spoke unclear, "So strange, You're here". Burn holes, your stare. "Let's Go", you said, and We Went! Sweet Dreams Woke up. Full heart. Deep breath. Head start. Save up those things I can't say, I don't speak. Night air sets in. Cold feet steppin' (through the) Back door (from the) Outside (I should) Get Lost (I should) Make Milles, So.... (sweet dreams)