Love gone wrong's like
air-dropped light dead
to its sun, a retarder
of body language.
Can you read this
decorous purple?
I need you to break
thru, call dibs on my
lone planetary routine.
Then we'll get skin
right, we'll cry about
how good it feels to
attach boundaries.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
Love gone wrong's like
air-dropped light dead
to its sun, a retarder
of body language.
Can you read this
decorous purple?
I need you to break
thru, call dibs on my
lone planetary routine.
Then we'll get skin
right, we'll cry about
how good it feels to
attach boundaries.
