Lochness Doesn't Have Anything on Me

a hopeless kiss lost in balmy palms with moist bunny ears dip inside and touch that epic like never before. runaway unexplained somethinggirl lost in her mind too tired to try and crawl through the murk. handholding makes the situation go smoothly but she's not sure if she can make it. play it again, sam. she hasn't even seen that movie but who can't identify with that favorite song on loop on winamp. a fable. a tale. a lie. what's the difference? does a title make everything ok? i still can't understand what you say behind veiled sentences. does that look in your constitute as hunger or do you desire something more? that fresh peanut breath, spoon like sucker, head to head and leg to leg...so close but somehow being this close makes everything just a bit more foggy. so many but there's no use in choosing in some sort of understanding. it's all an illusion and i'm sure i'll wake up soon.

*pinch*

yeah, it was a dream. i thought so.

i'm as beautiful as the unbuttered corner of your burnt toast. 
¶ 3:02 AM |