The honest heir of crush

I’m a field, feelings so bad left behind

The spark in an honesty giving circle, United by smiles and pre arranged circumstance, hard wood and lavender

Outdoor showers

Can you make this perfect coin fall into a basket of eggs, signaling a dance that sparks fantasy urban jumping

Older gentries smell the fresh cotton and almost remember, like a cartridge open their mtv sobbing hearts, orange soda, each other by example the current generation

Can you dance like this, nectar in your eyes? Yeah I can shake like that

There was no need for a whisper, only clinging bodies

Bouncing in a stronghold, it’s a beautiful day

And my heart knows trust

You know of acceptance? Maybe cold truce?

I do, too