You are a sweet morning,
tumbling back and forth underneath covers.
sun falling on skin lightly.
corners of mouths upturned and welcoming.
Sweet roses come grow,
in water and through hands tracing lines,
I want to know you.
I’ve been doing this stupid thing lately where I make stupid jokes about girls or women or something being feminine in a way that it’s like, lame. That’s gotta stop. Don’t know why I started doing that. It’s humor you’d expect from a 5th grader. So stupid.
Anonymous said: Don't worry about doing your 20s wrong. If you're happy and doing what you think is best then hell yeah that's the right way.
You’re right. I don’t think i’m going to look back and regret not drinking.
I would travel to galaxies and stars with you anytime.
Your heart is slinking fair form calligraphy that falls from your lips,
you are beautiful honest truth and shrieks of laughter.
Sleepy me is not doing to well on the poetry front.
But I had a cool fun night when it came down to it. With a wonderful appearance by Punk Rock Girl.
Down to business tomorrow.