When I die fill my coffin with flowers
And when my feed are cold hold them even if you hate feet
I hate the thought that your lips were on someone else's skin
And I hate the thought that I didn't get to you soon enough
I was always the jar that was ******* on too tight
Couldn't get me open
Not like I'm too good for everyone
But because I was like the first dollar bill I ever got
That I didn't spend for years because it would take away
Maybe i just babble
My words make more since when caffeine is rushing through my body
If it was up to me I'd fold the states as if they were sheets and bring you closer to me
I've met a ton of lovely poets
A ton of beautiful dancers
Who dance as if their bodies are translating Shakespeare when their minds aren't completely there
If my blood could cure cancer then I'd donate daily and in as many quantities as possible