Love is Coco Jam And I offer it to you, My brown faced darling, The Warm days it pursues I split the bread in half Like we split the rest of days In folders, files of living ails And laughter for us two
Love is Coco Jam For I'll spread it side to side As equal measures did we seek In Geometries of mind You dip yours in your coffee Like we dip our hungry Souls Toward each day's living basket That we carry in a stride
in the time that you see this i will be asleep in the bed all ******* in my thoughts like you said that i would and you always have been right that eventually i wouldnt stand in this fight and thats always been true thats always been you and you know what to do to make this all go through so just say those "nice" words to the back of my head sleeping soundly on top of my pillows of dread dreaming that the sounds like my heart would be dead.
i dont want to hear it anymore i dont want to hear it anymore i dont want to hear it anymore i dont want to hear it anymore i never wanted to hear it anymore and thats why i blast the music until my ears bleed to drown out the noises you keep sending raging after me and i want to be free see the world see the free and be me but you keep chasing after the ends of my sentences begging to be apart of some world together like this will last forever and that you have to fit yourself inside before the page runs out of lines to include us both in the same half a centimetre space connected with no room to move no room to breathe no room to be free me or just simply be
so by the time that you see this hopefully i will be asleep and you will be asleep and you wont come to tell me your "nice" words again and wake me up to your screaming and we could all just go to sleep once without a fight of whos right and how youre right and new and true and how my blue is too much to live and breathe and bloom.
A glass of milk in the dorm with you tastes like being nine at the seaside in my aunt's house after a long 7 pm sea swim in the yard making waffles, one with chocolate second one with uncle's peach jam third one with cherry jam topped off with a glass of milk I had to hold with both of my small palms. A glass of milk with you tastes like nostalgia.