"Untitled"
The sunkissed day feel you have is intoxicating like
powerful heartburn from fluffy icecream.
"Beauty is perfection" said your comb,
you listened intently
to subtle to stop,
go moisturize smooth skin and surprise the glow of your sunless rainbow
Butterfly coffee might keep you very young, bright, cool, and goregous, but
you don't care how many butterflies must die
Beauty is damaged cancer
You wish the loud world away and I go with it
Your delicate touch is endagered
Beweare, don't love
You never can dance sweet together with me
You straigten your smile with crooked braces
Perfect toothed and too good for me
"Untitled"
Water pours from the cliff as if splling from a salt shaker
misting over me
my jacket sags on my shoulders
heavy with moisture
The falls dig into the earth
pushing farther below the crab grass and fallen pinecones
searching for bedrock so it can start to meander
I place my hands inside my jacket pockets
searching for the dry spots within
then step out from the shadows of the water,
break from American Darkness
I want to be everything beautiful
to feel like smooth birch bark
and smell like pollen spread throughout meadows
I put the falls behind me
and wait for their roaring to die down
as if the stream might dry up whilem y back is turned
Who am I to imagine the world dissapears when my eyes are averted?
The sunkissed day feel you have is intoxicating like
powerful heartburn from fluffy icecream.
"Beauty is perfection" said your comb,
you listened intently
to subtle to stop,
go moisturize smooth skin and surprise the glow of your sunless rainbow
Butterfly coffee might keep you very young, bright, cool, and goregous, but
you don't care how many butterflies must die
Beauty is damaged cancer
You wish the loud world away and I go with it
Your delicate touch is endagered
Beweare, don't love
You never can dance sweet together with me
You straigten your smile with crooked braces
Perfect toothed and too good for me
"Untitled"
Water pours from the cliff as if splling from a salt shaker
misting over me
my jacket sags on my shoulders
heavy with moisture
The falls dig into the earth
pushing farther below the crab grass and fallen pinecones
searching for bedrock so it can start to meander
I place my hands inside my jacket pockets
searching for the dry spots within
then step out from the shadows of the water,
break from American Darkness
I want to be everything beautiful
to feel like smooth birch bark
and smell like pollen spread throughout meadows
I put the falls behind me
and wait for their roaring to die down
as if the stream might dry up whilem y back is turned
Who am I to imagine the world dissapears when my eyes are averted?
