Checks

Bank notes, dollars, penny seems like a piece of us

Never the less a heart cries in the moonlight

I saved up money in a jar just to see you

In that moment, I feel like a bird

An Albatros in the oceanside

Someday I will forget on how things are used to be

How you used to hold my hand

Torn up T-shirt and ripped dirty jeans

A mess indeed, we are all in owe to faith

time will tell, maybe someday

Three second, and it's over like that

Even diamond rings does not budge a soul

rock solid, poppy fragile

a fiction, or a fairy tale

be my dream, in this checkered printed bed sheet of mine