Oct 11, 2023
Hi sorry i put your boyfriend in a jar, yeha he was interesting to me. He belonged with the bugs
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Hi sorry i put your boyfriend in a jar, yeha he was interesting to me. He belonged with the bugs
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Boo
If I was a possum, would you build me a possum box?
Would you hang it,
in a tree for me?
Would you fill it with straw
For me to rest my tired possum paws?
Oh my dear,
Yes of course!
And every morning I'd leave little treats,
by the front door
I'd fill it with the finest hay,
Oil the wood, and clean it through the day.
I'd hang it on the tree,
least effected by the breeze.
If you were a possum,
I would build you a box,
And hang it in my heart.
If I was a possum, would you build me a possum box?
Would you hang it,
in a tree for me?
Would you fill it with straw
For me to rest my tired possum paws?
Oh my dear,
Yes of course!
And every morning I'd leave little treats,
by the front door
I'd fill it with the finest hay,
Oil the wood, and clean it through the day.
I'd hang it on the tree,
least effected by the breeze.
If you were a possum,
I would build you a box,
And hang it in my heart.
Let me right a love letter with my lips, against your skin
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Somtimes life feels like I've been asked to build a house, but I didn't get given the measurements, I have the blueprints, I have the materials, but didn't get given any details or instructions.
But everyone expects my house to look like the ones next door
Am I being too much?
Am I reading into it too much?
It's it all just in my head?
Should I shut up and stop writing?
Probably.
My mind is played with mice and rats, and creatures beyond what my mortal eye can see