lord canti the undying
your sweet like a bread spread with butter and sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar... ide like to grab your soul while i watch the sun come up in nature on mushrooms.. you smell like chocolate but taste better... can we sit around and drink tea while we contemplate why we ended up like we did... even while im crowded with family members i still find away to see your face... even if it is memories... im hopeless..