Draw the curtains like guns;

we live in the future...

Do a little spin for me,

I like alot of talk; I find fun,

suns out, and runs.

Give me a waver, I bet a ton.

Were all justified love;

everyone will 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨

Lonely in the night, as a the fan sits by my side.

The fan blows and blows; I wish I had rows.

I sit at the front darling... baking with a hoe.

The sun in the oven is honest...

the sandals and my ten toes...

I wish 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴 had a bonnet;

can Uranus get anymore low.

I rather die from over doing it.

I think that needs to be written.

Same days, repetition.

Same days, repetition.

Same days, repetition...

these things aren't a given.

I wish I was born a prince.

Since these days are the same,

lame ive been feeling,

but there's things that need seeing,

and theres things that need reading,

but it might be from speeding.

Cry's from the Queen, (before I was a King)

she doesn't know where im being leaded.

//

In the middle of something, never finishing.

I can only see the end, obbession.

append whats missing.

thoughts of white lace veiling her face.

I cant change time, the taste of feelings.

A peck on the cheek,

An innocent mistake, a failure of kissing.

Like every story it pedals on.

I can only see the end.

Roped around these teachings,

and its not working with mechanisms;

it can really cause a mess.

Nothings been healing,

and I've had to deal with grief.

Same days, repeating.

Same days, repeating...

Icy lake on my fingers,

hooks scratch the rim,

the fish just froze

pain in my collarbone.

Pop your pussy and drop.

It's silver, the ball flies,

chairs hide in the zone.

I stare at the load.

Needle to light the hobs.

Blood vessels pop,

you love a little blush.

My petal settle hush.

The gate is flush.

Succubi;

im snoring in the snow