You are an object of love
Roll your eyes back
Conversations with a drunken father
Like the difference between sparkly and soda
water
Paint your nails your least favourite colour to
get used to death
If we could make love with our phones
How many secrets would it whisper
Waking up one morning being
Effortlessly happy
A boiled egg is as exciting
As the wet dreams of a twelve year old
The blessing of forgetting all your fears
Accepting a mother's Godly love
So unfiltered it would suffocate a bee
Have your coffee however you desire
It's alright to change the rules as you move along
Read the die that fell on the floor
There's no reason not to
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Fire
ReplyDelete