Love is what you make of it
its your cereal bowl
is the empty plate left
sometimes
you win
sometimes
your faking it
and its always awesome
when you really blossom
when you use to be
my only twisted relationship
sometimes
im in your orbit
left for weak
in drifting
in alone
in thoughts
of tunes
that we both use
to rule the fucking
truth
were you lieing
through your teeth
im tethering with
the moon distance
warring me
your dictionary
©mrnothing
M