follow the roads made of broken things
you are perfect just as you are
rolled in eggshell
and i know she’s dreaming of sad things
she had never seen the ocean
but there’s always one, isn’t there?
because there’s no one else
forever is just the right amount
endless cycles of disarray
As I pulled it away, I smiled a devilish grin
she had the longest hair.
it wasn’t my decision to make
She could sense the impending danger in her prickling skin
sweetheart, you’re only a burden to yourself
who needs a fucking pen?
Paleplasticpeacockpeople
...whispers promising raspberry kisses and galaxies of freckles swirl into my ears…
She quietly closed the door behind her…
...dancing dutifully for the dreamed-up deities…
they simply felt obligated to save their place in heaven
