busytoy420

Sittin' outside; hear the cars, the ocean, the wind; my body is is chilled, face cold and my feelings never know, willed, wilted is my name for I am just one space, this taste in my mouth, fuk'n broken heart sees misplaced. Whatevr u r is alwayz out of place. My blue eyes are always cold inside. JA

all so felt and mis dealt and what more can all this show and be as something felt and what more will tell me i am wrong and maybe all this just comes all along and is dealt and nothing is to be more than that and that all of this that is felt and all that u see melt is my heart and all of it melts and swelts and is always misdealt

wonder what its like to live on a cloud and mayb prance around and pretend mayb all this is fairy and fukt and touched and somewhat troubled and still i am never happy and one day all this willbe no more and u and i will of grown old and passed and yet u will remain in my soul sister u r my cold and i am your warm we are forever and ever felt blue and green and always seen.