god made stars
for starving poets

when they look up
they forget
how hungry they are

    ~mce

Laying here with you
4 bowls in.
I feel the rush through my body as were here skin to skin

Laying here with you
My window open wide
Nothing could go wrong with you by my side

Laying here with you
Pandora playing softly
Goodnight, sweet dreams, you sure are lovely.

let's hang ourselves from the stars so everyone will know who we are