Stones in your
Sunshine
Wildfires
On my palms
Burning up
The lines
Of times
I never did
All those clothes
Piling in
Breaking up
Our words with
Mint leaves
And moths
On the ceiling
You're my
Magic eight ball
My stained glass
With glitter
On the rim
My okay
See you
I'll wait
For you
My lovecraft
My darling death
Let me be
Your final
Destination
Your King
To your Queen
We're a
Horrifying
Rhapsody
It's not
All that funny
Let's get married