this is a song for your health
a rebelious shouting spree towards
the man.
Oh damn him.
Oh damn you.
not literally.
Im just a monster.
hate complaining about the same
old things.
oh irony.
what i want is what i aint got.
just you to love me
your hands to feel mine.
and maybe a little arch in my back.
you make me write poems out
on my skin
when i cant find a spare
piece of paper
Oh your love
penetrates through me deep
shatteres my
hopes or atleast
the shadows of my dreams.
but i eat it all up.
your shaggy-sweet hair
your voice accross the lawn
and the telephone
your crooked smile
and the soft skin above your eye lashes.
Oh i pay attention to
details.
lordy lordy lordy
Phish plays
i mellow out
wishing to kiss
my mexican cousin again.
actually screw my mexican cousin.
i want your lips.
your perfect pinkish-coral lips.
oh i bet you taste like
divinity
10:31 pm - 15.04.03
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