A flame of whispering
Plants to either side of me
I kissed the branch of a tree
And peaked through the hole of its bark
To see what was in store for me.

Lets cook and make
Watch
Movies baby
Crave you and your touch
You ask why my sighs
Loudly echo throughout glass walls
As pink and purple skin shed
Bravely asking for answers
Even when it is and isn't me
Thats chosen.

26 little miss 26
I expect and want everything
Maybe its the curse of a golden spoon
But i discarded my spoon
Because I would prefer intricate clouds
And I don't want the kind of clouds
That are fabricated and pricked
With daisy dukes and the convenient touch
Of remembrance
Once the kettle is hot.

I want
I want everything
Because I long to truly make a difference.