shes wonderful oki am going to draw a circle of garnet on your wall and plant a vase ofhydrangea beside your door,i think i love you, prettypretty ladywith hair made of the sunone day im going to sit you in mygarden andchase the moon away.
this is something"get the fuck out of my house.""but, how can i tell you that i adore you, and other awful things?"i'm out of words.i don't like you,i don't fucking love you.you're a clocki don't existget out.
it's that orpairr uh noieeuh-It can crawl up your legs in the formof selfdoubt,tickling the skin of your knees andbringing you down to the floorto spend the night under rose flavored sheets.` `
pretentious, short blank verselisten, i fucking _______ you
this isthe sky is rude,i never sleep and there's a constant ringingin my ears; i'm trying to feather-light like feathers and collapsing on air.collapsing on air and speaking rhyme;the sky is rude,hey, touchy sea, I'll write to you.no, never; i'm too busy dripping from theceilings in a mess of clueless confusion ofcluelessly confused confusion, hangingconfused.the sky is rude,i never sleep and there's a constant-
thank you so much