I heard falling stars twice tonight
and am pretty sure they both were full of milk.
My heart is too heavy
for me to bring it everywhere I go, sometimes it just wants
to sleep under the blankets and sheets all day
where no one can ********** it but me.
When it opens, the treetops are covered in the
color of buttercream
and its branches split like eyelashes from their lids.
Moons can get tired, too,
let go of her brothers and sisters and just burst.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
I heard falling stars twice tonight
and am pretty sure they both were full of milk.
My heart is too heavy
for me to bring it everywhere I go, sometimes it just wants
to sleep under the blankets and sheets all day
where no one can ********** it but me.
When it opens, the treetops are covered in the
color of buttercream
and its branches split like eyelashes from their lids.
Moons can get tired, too,
let go of her brothers and sisters and just burst.
