21:58 26/02/2019
my baby doesn't sleep cause she's busy
thinking about things that don't exist
clearly they're more important than
anything going on
my baby doesn't write, making me worry
she doesn't say i word knowing how i over think it all
ain't she funny
my baby likes to read my mind
just a single colour
to understand each other
just a little rhyme
to make things alright
my baby doesn't say what she's thinking
because her thoughts are too precious
oh i'm sinking
in her waves of curiosity
fuck she's really got me good
my baby knows where to find me
when i'm too quiet she looks for me
kindly she asks for a story
never allows me to feel boring
oh i guess she's got eyes on the back of her shirt
she knows that her brain doesn't always work
the way she wants
but she moves on
my baby and i are sick of each other
but we wouldn't swap for another
one because this is fun
and we'd be too bored alone
my baby is the sky of the stars
she always wears black
but i will notice her first
just look at her
my baby loves me
and heck i love my baby
stupid as it might be
she's my cat for cuddles
and my medicine
stopping me from being lonely
my yellow curtain
my V
fuck
she makes me so happy
22:07 26/02/2019
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petal poetry
Поезіяyour flower face and rosy cheeks floral dress on petalled skin fast written poetry raw thoughts from my brain have a little piece of me and please enjoy your stay
