Dodge the Sadge ~ Confusion Is A Worthy Goal

Resplendent, dusty, regal, tired All at once; each pretty face wonders who the new commander is. Will he be kind, understanding, sensitive even? Or will he be blazing, loud, poachy in an uncute way? I laze around in the June heat. Spring is gone forever and I feel doomed If it couldn't have been you, then why bother? The universe likes playing sick jokes on you because my dress unfurls in the wind and the ribbons in my hair blow like kites cut loose by a mischievous hand All that wonder, contained in turquoise hearts burst forth from this dam; dreams that splinter like a bad tooth, touched too much by a dentist rocks and rocks; so pretty but none belong to me. The earth is the museum of our future and here you are, drinking iced tea, barely sweetened. How i wish to dump a pack of sugar into your glass.