opinions and taste in sync with the season.
Throwing away things you could use,
all the while still being your muse.
Thinking that you don't really care,
and laughing at your curled hair.
Accusing you of being like their ex,
but still wanting to have sex.
I tell her she should eat more food,
maybe that would brighten her mood?
So why put up with this beautiful mess?
Even through the unnecessary stress...
For the smile in her eye,
For the lift she gives can make you fly.
I write this not for her;
but for me,
if i can stay in love with this dream.
So i wish it not to blur;
can remain as this intangible steam.