PREDICTABLE...
...the clouds are humming...I'm all overcast, dumb-founded like the scent of flowers: I bloom each season, but I still don't know when the time will come, the calendar takes up too much space on the wall...can't see it when I'm not looking for it, can't feel it with all of those dead cells floating around in my brain...
...AND TODAY is painted red in a silver sky like the last panties that I touched...they were his, but I'm not saying anything because it was me she adored while we burnt the shower down in stoned cold nights, sweating upon a cold wind while we touched to a porn and learned to make sand castles out of the rain...
...SHE IS WHY i hate the predictable: its not all rainbows and the sun rays beneath the lonely clouds...
...I like the moon rise, the starlight and anything that keeps the world peaceful: I love chaos.
...the clouds are humming...I'm all overcast, dumb-founded like the scent of flowers: I bloom each season, but I still don't know when the time will come, the calendar takes up too much space on the wall...can't see it when I'm not looking for it, can't feel it with all of those dead cells floating around in my brain...
...AND TODAY is painted red in a silver sky like the last panties that I touched...they were his, but I'm not saying anything because it was me she adored while we burnt the shower down in stoned cold nights, sweating upon a cold wind while we touched to a porn and learned to make sand castles out of the rain...
...SHE IS WHY i hate the predictable: its not all rainbows and the sun rays beneath the lonely clouds...
...I like the moon rise, the starlight and anything that keeps the world peaceful: I love chaos.