Far from perfect Nothing according to plan A happy disaster And then he held my hand Perfectly imperfect

eyes closed i can see with the mind running out of time but time is always running and we are standing still

Patterns discovered Technology. Powers uncovered

sweet powdered sugar snow decorates the frosty window my thoughts

picture perfect pixels ripple in reflection a mere mirror image blurred upon inspection

happy flowers bloom in my brain the colorful joys escape through my lips

her body is sex hips to waist hour glass figure innocent face gentle touch

take a sip of imagination swallow the expanding perception wavelengths unknown eyes stars in the skies

confused and used maniupilated and abused

find yourself before finding others you can’t be loved if youre not proud to shout out loud

every stride eyes open wider take me higher dripping with desire light me on fire