Mum likes to shove concepts down my throat and Dad lets her They tell me to smile about it And make everyone else want it It can take a while to see through cobwebs
Weird part is I don't feel any guilt Most just copy and paste, it becomes boring Why why why among a trillion bits, currents Needing help or a peace or a soft drink Fizzy bubbles inside to catch tenderly I like weird parts, I think
i saw him smile i became distracted by the simplistic beauty of it i tripped on the gregarious thoughts anxiously stirring in my mind i fell i fell just in time for him to look away