coffeewhiskey

I was bored so I clicked on the cutest set i could find (it was akemi's) and thought i would try to write while it played in the background and i would glance over every so often for inspiriation.
20 minutes later and im staring down this little number.

follow me, up the stairs
where you dance, like the daughter
in a sun dressed field
of an old grain farmer
where the shadows hide
beneath the rocks
and the willow sighs
when it talks

follow me, up the stairs
so i can see, what lies beneath
that painted dress,
or those little sniffs, you seem to give
when you sleep, alive and neat
and lies they seem to live in teeth
lets lick them out, like lovers do

Follow me, up the stairs
i have these pens i keep up there
so we can tattoo our hand prints
over each others hearts
and measure the beats
when the kissing starts.

Follow me, up the stairs
I'd follow you anywhere.