You spin plain words into beautiful poetry and it falls gracefully around me
I pay you with a smile and for a sweet moment I let myself drink it in and feel it’s warmth
The early sun will sober me up, though
Stupid girl, the morning will say
Pretty words are like summer snow and their beauty isn’t meant to stick
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
You spin plain words into beautiful poetry and it falls gracefully around me
I pay you with a smile and for a sweet moment I let myself drink it in and feel it’s warmth
The early sun will sober me up, though
Stupid girl, the morning will say
Pretty words are like summer snow and their beauty isn’t meant to stick
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