You're a nightcat, I'm an owl
Saturday Nights they make us howl
Your hand on my glowing cigarette
leaves no space for regret
We breathe the same nostalgic air
when we shoot arrows through our hair
These fabric beats will make you shiver
as you pass the starry nightsky's river
Your fluorescent starry eyes
they cristalize my neon skies
Your mouth a golden firework
my make-up layered lips won't hurt
You're the most aesthetic thing I've ever seen
You're part of a vintage chiffon dream
Triangles they hide our faces
like prides of wolves in shady places
Your hands covered in glitter
make my paper-white lips shimmer
Your fluorescent starry eyes
they crystalize my neon skies
Your mouth a golden firework
my make-up layered lips won't hurt
© Natalie Moser
Awesome. :-)
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