you are a good song.
with good lyrics.
be one of my favorites.
be the river that the townheart needs.
something is wrong.
with werds and into the beach.
needed so far.
the first to fall.
cut off my arms.
instead of gardening decisions.
meet me in the west.
we will experience new soups and revolutions.
let me give you these scars called songs.
there is no need for suspicion.
it's in eyes, not in stately violas.
it's not like knives bury me under dandelions.
some thing is written right.
by a bastard morning without silence where it sings.
skinny love circles around hope.
becomes a disease.
poems and jokes are better.
when spelled correctly.