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 made of contradictions,
aren’t we?

I keep a picnic basket in my car
Isn’t that tragic
or something about
How our hearts bleed
(they do)
and I enjoy sad songs
Often by a campfire
Typically alone
Usually
to feel

and there is nothing wrong with feeling.

You remind me of the first time I
Dove

it felt like freedom.

Love is such a dangerous thing.
And I’d face it for you.
Sliced bread.

You are such a worthy person:
Of love
mine, theirs, yours

Truffle tator tots


Ultimately what matters is that feeling:
of freedom
because
that’s the flame
and it smells
like a pretty word

<3
🎶 song:
Pale Blue Dot - with Brisbane Symphony
🎶 by:
Bliss N Eso






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