for all vibes

Everything about you was so neat
From head to torso, your once in a while smile so sweet
Like a morning on Xmas our presence meets

Your hands say hi, but your eyes say hello
Our gazes graze idly, bullseye, I stare, beware of Ides, Mid, I know
Round spectacles, so spectacular
Call me farsighted cause I'm delighted by your prudence
Every expression calculated; every word measured

If I could cast your spirit in a cask,
I would empty every glass for you
In search of every last
Forecast about the sadness of two
Masochists and I'd rather risk
a scriptless past
And be typecast for the chance that you don't pass on
An imaginative casualist that sinks quick and thinks slow
So
I'll ask if