Lyrics

write once
scratch twice
crumple it up & throw it out

a good idea
at first
never wanders far
before it is squashed

maybe
just maybe
once
an idea cuts through the filter

A flip
a turn
a hand on your waist
tongues searching
for souls lost

how could I have forgotten?
the heat

Summer night
sandals in the park
Gazing up at stars...

innocent little dress
the smell of your skin
heavy breath

how could I have forgotten?