Feb 2022
a sketch
A meteorite on Lexington Avenue;
1995 on a summer afternoon.
Her blue eyes
cast a light on his gloom,
and he knew right then
he would always be in love with her.
Maybe in he dark, he'll find her again.
Her Brooklyn apartment
always felt so exotic,
especially when they got as high as the moon.
His Queensboro accent
never quite matched her fashion,
but she didn't care,
no one could do what he could do.
Maybe in the dark, she'll find him again.
@dugganensis Feb 2022
I love your voice and the melody, and the refrain. Sounds like a simple demo take but it's all captured and performed so well. At first I thought you meant a "sketch" of a rough song, but got it when I read the lyrics, (oh, a *sketch*). What can I say, this is great.
@pabrizzer Feb 2022
it's a good sketch