time to make like a stone and roll.
this might be a long post, or maybe a brief and pitiful droning.
how do i describe today?
today i realized
the music we make
won't make you want me,
kittens love elbows
and margarine is not a proper substitute for butter.
i love naps on the couch,
i love that house,
i love the way that families
say each other's names.
i wish there were less danger,
i'd walk everywhere,
i'd talk to strangers.
only there.
i love my grandpa and his stories
and his wit.
i feel each day i'm becoming
what we're all meant to be:
which is more of you,
and less of me.
today i realized
the music we make
won't make you want me,
kittens love elbows
and margarine is not a proper substitute for butter.
i love naps on the couch,
i love that house,
i love the way that families
say each other's names.
i wish there were less danger,
i'd walk everywhere,
i'd talk to strangers.
only there.
i love my grandpa and his stories
and his wit.
i feel each day i'm becoming
what we're all meant to be:
which is more of you,
and less of me.
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