ᒋᐸᐩ - poems

same old

i know that it gets hard
and you're scared of losing touch
but maybe we can get together
to drink a bit of tea

but not "same old, same old", hey
let's drink something new
to bring us down to earth, or
prehaps back up from hell

and when we sit and drink
a universe away
i hope you'll catch my signal:
just a wish you'll be ok