Truffle tator tots
Beauty is in the soul of the candle
Enough of the shields
Smells like lavender, or something?

It’s dangerous to write about you.
I’m not unaware.
Burning is a romantic word,
it’s less romantic around the forests I love.

You remind me of fresh bread
Or a beautiful word
Both are things I don’t understand
Something in my eye

You doubt how wonderful you are
Melancholy is a pretty color
Oh, my disdain for words
We’re...