I
wanted
to
be
the
way
the
cat's
fur
must
feel
like
next
to
the
grass

I
wish
I
had
told
that
girl
to
dump
that
guy
that
time
at
the
movies

death
is
unfair
one
hundred
years
with
you's
never
enough
death
is
unfair

baby
honey
babe
babes
bae
sweetie
sweetness
sweet
tart
sweet
cheeks
boo
heart

I
was
poured
a
strong
case
of
the
mondays
with
a
little
room
for
megrims

cobwebs
my
grandmother's
bed
the
way
the
grass
smells
in
may
a
low
moon

I
write
about
you
because
your
lips
your
legs
your
whiskers
in
my
mouth

and
then
I
said
you
got
this
thing
babe
whatever
it
is
you
got
this

he
gives
good
hugs
he
gave
me
a
fine
one
I'll
dine
on
that
tonight

I
lean
into
her
slow
quiet
talk
her
words
sift
through
my
hair
like
breeze

my
skin
grew
hot
as
his
coast
of
marseilles
came
over
the
wind
to
me

the
sky
broke
open
then
called
all
the
colors
sang
some
tears
and
I
was
there

I
always
wanted
to
be
the
boy
in
the
boy
and
his
dog
story

he's
not
mine
but
I
appreciate
that
he
lets
me
borrow
him
sometimes

it
was
about
how
his
barn
had
burnt
down
and
now
he
could
see
the
moon

the
color
of
peaches
and
pumpkin
seeds
her
little
lips
looked
up
at
me

the
crack
of
the
slap
sounded
but
what
I
heard
was
the
breaking
of
her
heart

I
whispered
I
love
you
into
his
lips
his
whiskers
shook
with
my
breath

I
was
the
my
little
pony
left
in
the
yard
sparkly
strong
alone

I'd
fallen
from
a
high
height
but
all
I
could
do's
stand
up
and
climb
again