pink drool

blue eyes

he's a precious one

i want my lipgloss

and a stable mind

we are overcrowding these brains

a pair of scissors

and a sink full of hair

i look how i feel now

wrecked

and incomplete

jeans split at the knees

frayed and worn

worm your hand through

and stretch the nylon over

he doesn't want my lipgloss

and he has a stable mind

but oh

he is a precious one