your smile is halved monsieur demure what happned to you? long time no hug you don't write about shiny things anymore open the curtains talk to me don't cry i don't really want to know
i like blossom trees with pink leaves i almost wrote ink leaves imagine an ink tree that writes in the air from the soft tips of it's pink leaves every time the wind blows rustles out delicate pink poems that no one cares about
i walk. i talk, i shop. i sneeze there's trees in the desert since you moved out and i don't sleep on a bed of bones i'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back
i've been screaming down the dark corridors of my empty skull but no one comes to help please turn the lights back on im still in here let me out im going to starve here all alone im begging please let me out of this hell im going to starve