54 hours of love
It may be a fictional number
You do the Math
I’m not into that
But 64 hours of love
still make shadows
In a poet’s mind
Little, more, true or false
Who cares about
But those 74 hours
And the way you laughed
And the way you licked the ice cream directly from the box
Just like a happy kid,
Filled me with joy,
And of course I followed you
That’s what I did.
And it felt like 12 hours
Half of a day,
While we were drowning in waves
Or just sweat
Don’t know if I fancied the sea
But the bed sheets were wet
34 hours
That you kissed me quite insane
Do you ever think of me
When you go to sleep and outside you hear the rain?
Maybe I made you up inside my head
Just like I think about the stars going from blue to red.