Stop drop love.

Sitting Pretty

Waste straight, clock striking eight Punctuation easing each corner and edge

Doing nothing but waiting, back straight

Not having enough words to harvest Underneath lying with intention

To wait crossing left, wait crossing right Waste straight, clock striking nine

Understanding the simplicities of time Sitting pretty with calm next to lonely With not a fake flake near our aura

Hoppy hoping for a united leap not delayed and drift across the sea

We all await the ark of touch,

infinite amount of dreams to create forming an endless mistic scene with flowers that heal what we breathe

Lights that sparkle a little faster than others have many angles of space that weigh heavily

To be comfortable with me baby birth please, full with all we ate and a fortune told by faith

Pure is clear and near so wish no fear with touch my dear for our infinite love

Deserves to be here