f**k where's

they're so comfortable I keep on talking

and I can't not look away

the fire needs us breathing

and the water needs our help

flowing one direction, where stopping

please give directions to the nearest seed and crop

friends, they always, take shape of every seat

and speak up loud and fast

I choke

then rearrange my hands so that my feet stop chattering

and change legs

music to my nerves

I see you

I don't even look for

I know your eyes, your hair, cut it out

always with the sparks I'm

second guessing, wait

Yonge Street's .. gardens.. life

I should have been electric

and reached out with you

when you got wet

and I dried off

together we tracked love

in the house

then had sex

Author's Note

no idea. don't worry about it

Reviews

[Glen-Coco]

I honestly think this is good for not knowing :D It's amazing