She’s making it breathable you’re having another day
For the centuries,
17hours. I can barely see my contacts are blurry.



you wanted to make it possible i wanted to make it rain.
I wanted to run away and you smiled incessantly.

your jaw bones grinning lips dry lips wet I don’t care
I don’t care about this or that, I’m a "steam machine"
the daft punks would say this.


you though you sing another rainbow
Your vocals are at an all-time high your caresses and grazes
Your voxx
Your way that you can read a Dr. Seuss book and make me die.

i’ve been having a lot of tough days, you’ve been there with your reserve
by your side, I am by your side. The arm of the sofa is our spot.

i want to take you out into that old abandoned field and repay you

you’ve been extremely incredibly soft and kind, you sucrose me.




you bedtime story me “sucre sacre” in French, or maybe I just imagine it that way.
either way your voice is my comforter my pillow my sleeptight,

I’m staying right here. your neck, your shoulders

09/14/2009

Author's Note: ohio ohio

Posted on 09/15/2009
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