Your curls have my fingers
So tight they won't let go
I could live here, hands on your head,
myself, your cargo.
Take me far away from here,
Around this great blueberry.
I'll ride high on your shoulders,
Or walk when you get wary.
At night, sleep, face up to the moon,
Your scalp set in my palms.
I'll tell you things about the stars,
my gentlemen in arms.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 3:44 PM UTC
Your curls have my fingers
So tight they won't let go
I could live here, hands on your head,
myself, your cargo.
Take me far away from here,
Around this great blueberry.
I'll ride high on your shoulders,
Or walk when you get wary.
At night, sleep, face up to the moon,
Your scalp set in my palms.
I'll tell you things about the stars,
my gentlemen in arms.
This one is about being with someone you can have adventures with
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