a kiss sits upon on her lips that
waits for planes and battle ships
she wants to be a dancer
and he has got a picture on his wall
and it’s a sailor in a new port every night
yet man was born to trouble like sparks fly upwards innocent
Is this all we get to be absolute
i'm a responder & a feeler & i want to know you more.
but FIRST:
tell your brain to stop talking nonsense to your heart.
yeah, you.
