once i am real
i won't be ugly
i'll be the wholest peice of joy
that was ever served
at a lover's table


the details aren't pretty and my hair is a mess
the most beautiful confessions
are wrinkled and pressed

the wholest fake person that there ever was
but once i am real
i'll fall and i'll buzz
all over my words and all over the room
a bee busy being
in love with the moon