29 December 2012
Fein of a harlot,
I walk these ocean floors
Delicately, like flower
Petals in a trail
For the bride to be sincere.
I move away like crows
To the straw petition
I wove in the backseat
Of your car.
I think that you're a dream
I love to fall asleep to.
How lovely, I was sure
I'd walk this seabed floor
In moves that made you
Drool like some idiot
I loved.
Did I Really Say That? • Opuss № I