Dear April
I have no Sunflower
And no seeds
I have acres of space
And one stem
...me
I have a few women skipping through
With Sun hats on without a brim
So their eyes are squint
They can't really focus in on their desires
So they end up on the other side of the field where the lushness has expired
In no man's land, but in everyone hands
I only want to be sprung by one woman's spring showers
April, may you rain down on me?
March right onto my grassland and uproot a beautiful flora
I wouldn't mind if you carved a river right in my bed
A deep river
With a steep Fall
That keeps us streaming through Halloween and Thanksgiving
April my lady, currently how warm you make me feel I don't think there's no degrees below that can put our flow on hold
So we'll never have to intervene throughout the blizzard or thaw out after winter
April can you be my sunflower
And one day allow me to pollinate
So we can have some seeds?
I'm no longer interested in summer, although she is hot; however, summer has always been a drought for me
Not anymore
In June was the last time I allowed Julie to Lie to me (july)
April I've done all my spring cleaning
Now can you comfort me with your yellow petals, and promise me a bunch of Florets closely packed in a spiral?
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Dear April
I have no Sunflower
And no seeds
I have acres of space
And one stem
...me
I have a few women skipping through
With Sun hats on without a brim
So their eyes are squint
They can't really focus in on their desires
So they end up on the other side of the field where the lushness has expired
In no man's land, but in everyone hands
I only want to be sprung by one woman's spring showers
April, may you rain down on me?
March right onto my grassland and uproot a beautiful flora
I wouldn't mind if you carved a river right in my bed
A deep river
With a steep Fall
That keeps us streaming through Halloween and Thanksgiving
April my lady, currently how warm you make me feel I don't think there's no degrees below that can put our flow on hold
So we'll never have to intervene throughout the blizzard or thaw out after winter
April can you be my sunflower
And one day allow me to pollinate
So we can have some seeds?
I'm no longer interested in summer, although she is hot; however, summer has always been a drought for me
Not anymore
In June was the last time I allowed Julie to Lie to me (july)
April I've done all my spring cleaning
Now can you comfort me with your yellow petals, and promise me a bunch of Florets closely packed in a spiral?
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