Eyes eyes eyes
eyes eyes eyes
eyes eyes eyes,
and an imagination
of the reddest star
placed on their head
between their
eyes eyes eyes.
Drink up, buttercup.
All the more time spent in blurred
will clearly clear your head
enough to concern a playful
lover.
It needs to not be familiar,
a life once lived.
He will not take you.
He will look into your eyes.
my allowance will be null with void.
patience and love
and simple bliss
flow fondly around
your lovely shoulders,
sun swept,
and roughly and softly-like.
dazed days
thirsty eyes
blackened toes attached
to a blue foot.
i long for the same concern!
sweet and direct and loving nonetheless,
a flat surfaced happiness;
it smiles from the west.
naturally grow into me.
vine my tree.
