Wispy wispy haired child serenader
Heidi.. stop resuscitating love in me.. bitch!
Let us go to those far off waves and talk about nihilism even though it will not mean anything.
Whore of my imagination.. bandit… be my slave…
Let us be Pierrot and Pierrette.. We but live where motley is worn…
Would you like a Pegasus from the corner shop there? And how about some ruffled quills for us to write with on each others’ skins?
The last time you held me it was stupid. Utterly stupid but ridiculously beautiful… Silvery-dusk was veiling my eyes at that time… and you were singing..
Someone asked me if I am mad.. and I was so flattered. hahaha..
Heidi come we will walk into those old houses stripped away from other places and try to become Peter Pan and Tinkerbell…
And we will slap him… slap the evil strawberry for being mean… for being grown up. We will slap all grown ups.
What relief! 🙂