To many times it has been said "Pass me the butter,bring me the bread", Oceans of crumbs lay upon the floor "Show me the wine,seek me a cure". Tiny mousey's eat the crummy's,
From the bottom of my eyelids I love you :) From the odd freckle on my index finger I will love you forever From the tip of my charred cigarette I will always be here To your heart
I get words stuck in my throat. It makes me laugh to think of all the little words I could never say, Bobbing around with last night’s tea, Writing them down always seemed too easy
Flowers fall from head to toe from were we let our posies grow. Waiting, waiting for the clock to strike. For the selfish quiet that comes with time. A million thoughts fall on veiled eyes,