Skirt of black rubber slippers under pairs of white sticks, I think they call feet. Dancing in the air like nobody's there I saw these all that paralizing moving picture made me stare.
Retained in my soul and forever it stays this way: remembering you with your ghostly coiffure of brown and black like the sea when it attacks in a stormy whether; it's fierce and dark yet it's lovely like horror movies. I want it with each part of me.
It is you alone and only you makes me giggle right out of the blue. I am highly dillusional and how sweet is that? Your words, your ways, are weird and tall like a scottish mansion that I'd like to explore.
I wonder sometimes if it is only me or if onetime you've also wanted me.