Super slipping fall-apart erosion.
all the roots exposed.
An escalator waiting to start
This is a mess.
i can't wait to pack all this dirt back together.
In a night dream. In a total freak out. sweaty.
Separated. a death apart.
I couldn’t stand it.
I want the pony and the ending.
I want the sunset.
I want the wedding.
And you’re scared, and you’re tired, and you’re up all night.
Is it fair, is it smart, is it loathsome, is it right?
I nuzzle into your hoody pocket and see the honey colored light.
Your shirt is so yellow, so bright.
I want to run like a rabbit from a wolf.
How many times do I have to discuss the sum of my deeds?
It's my virginal, chaste face.
It's a flower amongst weeds.
If I had broken the ice with the truth
I wouldn’t be fishing for so much help.
Help.
It's got to be down there somewhere.
Alaska doesn't get snow as pure as this truth.
i love you.
1 comment:
Hey, you over there, yeah, you with all the feelings.
(I like this.)
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