Its sad
Its mad
It loves
It hates
It floats and gloats.
It snuggles and shears.
It lies and yet cries.
If i think of a way to give it away it bickers and brawls to put me away.
My big broken bickery heart needs a savage sick mystery ***.
i wanted to write that To keep it from bickering lubs and dubs unfortunately it seems like i cant.
