If I believed in god, they’d probably be a tad of hard candy with a splash of lightning and go around constantly talking about being shockingly sweet.
Which is another way of saying I like your smile, so I’ve filled to the brim with bad jokes and really, who doesn’t like that young lagging tomato screaming “come on, come on, slow down, I can’t ketchup.”
Course my favorite is when the first muffin looks at the second muffin and says “darling, I’ve cared about you deeply for years, and my heart aches that I only hear from you when you life isn’t going well, but when you hold your daughter to the camera I can tell, I can tell, how much like dawn that smile is, how you keep it hidden behind your sleeve to protect our eyes.” and the second muffin looked at the first and says “That’s sweet, also, HOLY FUCK A TALKING MUFFIN!”
If you guessed my name as Grumplestiltskin lately I’d have to let you keep whatever sass I helped you gain, but those dread-beat grays are lagging, and here you come all watercolors and and daydreams, and so I miss when all my poetry was light and aery.
This is just me saying just this in that particular kind of way that takes too many words and too much time, but it deserves the saying,
anyway.
Sunrise on deserted plains, while the wind whips wild grassland in gentle waves, places we can only be thankful exist.
thank you.
If I believed in god, they would be a tad of hard candy and a splash of lightning, and I would still shake their hand over and over despite the joy-buzzer tingle because,
thank you.
