blue pens.

Juicy peaches, and untied laces

My love for you is only in my dreams.

Dreams will make you insane, if you

Never stop. The words that come from

Her mouth are as pure as rose colored

Cream and smooth as jazz on a Sunday

Don’t worry about the bushes outside

And don’t worry about all the strangers.

Liquor lips and dead fish.

Solar panels and the end of time

Right before my mind, is when the

Rocket will explode.