Venus and a sun-dog in the setting day
a signal that everything's gonna work out,
okay?
botanist at the table behind a wall of succulents
telling me fungi
stuff
and the way they fixate
the soil
for plants to grow and eat
okay.
summertime there are no fields to plow
we're all off anyways
searching for happiness in a kiss
in the promise
of a long-lasting relationship
titanic orders, but that's only a myth
to Smith
maybe not the rest
they're blessed
with that floating boat of happiness
a mean end, that stuff
no means of ending that
they laugh and dance
a quirky ritual
I still cry at the loss
of innocence
goodbye kendred soul,
pass off the torch to a new you,
and bit a sweet adieu
to you,
in the way we both behaved
stumbled our way
out of the garden
and on into the earth.
For what it's worth,
I see he'll be
everything you dreamed
he could.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Venus and a sun-dog in the setting day
a signal that everything's gonna work out,
okay?
botanist at the table behind a wall of succulents
telling me fungi
stuff
and the way they fixate
the soil
for plants to grow and eat
okay.
summertime there are no fields to plow
we're all off anyways
searching for happiness in a kiss
in the promise
of a long-lasting relationship
titanic orders, but that's only a myth
to Smith
maybe not the rest
they're blessed
with that floating boat of happiness
a mean end, that stuff
no means of ending that
they laugh and dance
a quirky ritual
I still cry at the loss
of innocence
goodbye kendred soul,
pass off the torch to a new you,
and bit a sweet adieu
to you,
in the way we both behaved
stumbled our way
out of the garden
and on into the earth.
For what it's worth,
I see he'll be
everything you dreamed
he could.
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