Letras
stared in your eyes and saw something bright
reached for a beam but no captured light
waiting for days they multiply
squinting my gaze, illume my skys
how it glows and gleams
I can hardly see
but its just a scheme
Modern Monet’s
glimmer in nights are black by day
disco fiends lead astray
Modern Monet’s
a jewel oddly sized, big glare porous rind
admired from afar, but dull in the arms
deceitful in its shine, charms so refined
glares up the nights, bewitching tender eyes
how it glows and gleams
I can hardly see
but its just a scheme
Modern Monet’s
glimmer in nights are black by day
disco fiends lead astray
Modern Monet’s