A Few Things I Like

Sweet toothache Undersigned pen names The name of lilac and it's feels The nature of drumbeats Unplayed games And how our heart, it heals Squeezed oranges The texture of velvet Seldom singing wrong lyrics, that cut Egoistic arguments Hurried footsteps into the moon We're all free in our own ways, not literally shut Buttons, lots of them Red gel pens that flow Rotten planks and lost water bodies And sometimes we like those pink mojitos that glow