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 onmy 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 mindjust a single colour
to understand each other
just a little rhyme
to make things alrightmy 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 goodmy 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 boringoh 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 onmy 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 alonemy baby is the sky of the stars
she always wears black
but i will notice her first
just look at hermy 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 happy22:07 26/02/2019
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petal poetry
Poetryyour 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