I want to fold the sky and throw it inside my closet of unworn clothes. Blow bubbles among the clouds and swing my legs in the sky. Maybe then, I wont complain about my feet getting cold and I'll have memories prettier than the skin I want to be covered in.
The lit up buildings. The moon. The busy city life. This room. Your smile. The way your body is pressed against mine. The lies.
But when the sun comes up light shines upon it all. Leaving nothing but truth in its wake.
The boring buildings. The bright and harsh sun. The day life of robotic workers. This place we call home. Your rouse. The way our bodies don’t mesh anymore. The hurt behind your lies.
Everything is prettier in the dark. Until the sun comes and shines on its truth.
You're my snickerdoodle, pumpkin strudel, You're the sauce upon my noodle, You're prettier then a purple poodle, You're the one I like to doodle,......on my doodle pad,...