Wildly left out, thrashing ***** flavored love at hospital graffiti.
Now H-E-L-P drips from this safe place.
This place where love goes to leave, and never return to its trees.
The branches and I have no choice but to morning stretch towards the Earth.
That, or turn our daily conversations into slip-n-slides.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 2:46 AM UTC
Wildly left out, thrashing ***** flavored love at hospital graffiti.
Now H-E-L-P drips from this safe place.
This place where love goes to leave, and never return to its trees.
The branches and I have no choice but to morning stretch towards the Earth.
That, or turn our daily conversations into slip-n-slides.
