(papa) lead my music towards marshmallow dreams and woozy hearts
he lay me down in a soft nest of clouds and propped my head up on a mushroom
tucked me in with quilted blankets and goodnight kisses
he stroked my nose until I succumbed to the whims of foreign lands
and he turned the
lanterns off
he played me piano riffs and stroked the strings of my guitar
warmed me and cloaked me in oceans of drowsy bliss
and he'll read me
dreams tonight
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
(papa) lead my music towards marshmallow dreams and woozy hearts
he lay me down in a soft nest of clouds and propped my head up on a mushroom
tucked me in with quilted blankets and goodnight kisses
he stroked my nose until I succumbed to the whims of foreign lands
and he turned the
lanterns off
he played me piano riffs and stroked the strings of my guitar
warmed me and cloaked me in oceans of drowsy bliss
and he'll read me
dreams tonight
complete exhaustion, trying to fight off jet-lag and this trippy thing just... happened.
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