Can you sing me to sleep again?
No dear my voice is hoarse.
I would massage it if I could.
I want to crawl deep inside your pocket
and live next to the quarters and
gum wrappers.
You will never feel empty again
Springtime is my favorite
because I can see that white
outline of yours
more clearly.
You are so fresh.
You are a berry.
Yes. That is what you are.
The finest of them all.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
Can you sing me to sleep again?
No dear my voice is hoarse.
I would massage it if I could.
I want to crawl deep inside your pocket
and live next to the quarters and
gum wrappers.
You will never feel empty again
Springtime is my favorite
because I can see that white
outline of yours
more clearly.
You are so fresh.
You are a berry.
Yes. That is what you are.
The finest of them all.
