blasfemme

t u e s d a y.

nice evening. we layed outside on the grass and talked for hours, trading poems and stories, we even made "star crowns". this one is different, he doesn't play an instrument, he writes. a boy that can put thoughts into words, hmmmm..


what if we do? - mia doi todd

We sit in the grass and we talk of our pasts,
a rollcall of all our lovers.
A feeling arises we both recognize.
We could fulfill each other.
What if we do?

We each have travelled and come to a rest.
Were trying to make things happen.
Neither of us know how to measure success.
Hey, we could fall in love and be happy.
What if we do?

All the butterflies rise to the surface.
I say stupid things when I get nervous.
Watch the sunset, forget all the chatter
All the butterflies say it dont matter.

Its getting late. We had better head back.
We could stop and get some dinner.
Theres a full moon rising, the stars are aligned.
We could spend the night together.
What if we do?



do i want to do this again??

awww, what the hell.