u'r.

Freedom.

I need you to be real

I feel the cold on my feet after stepping on broken glass

I know you've been broken

for a long time ago

Love

Is to collect the pieces 

that you left on the road

I'm broken too

I am a puzzle

... I'm into the water

& floating in the air

I want to cover your spaces with my hands

enter into you

make out the puzzle. M

Mr. R. Blue Light

When we leave being children?

& stop running around the trees

you wanted to catch me, but you always let me win

I know, you love smoking weed

& you like drink alcohol any day of week

but, when I think of you, I see you reading

You have that same smile

you're going let me win

I take off my skirt

we will run between trees

& gonna let you win. M