a toy’s story
a toy’s story
My head is buzzing.
I
’m not him, I’m a lightyear out of the box.
Take me out off your shelf, out of the
plastic put ons and burn the bow tie.
I wear mine just like the the ray gun on
his Sleeve, but not for destruction, for
isolated instruction.
anchoring me down
As energy is never created or destroyed
everything that is true will always survive
We keep this peace in mind
as those memories shall too
never die
birds of prey
birds of prey
Triangle kisses,
corduroy blue couch
GRIPS
give on Giveon,
she’s came and gone.
there’s only Zs now
doves at the gate
Elite constructed or very true,
how do I choose
The bosom blossoms on the topic,
why not call it blues?
A meaning to live without regret or
a life striped of living?
But just to double check does
Thou forgive truly?
jaw clinch
jaw clinch