One day, baby

we will be old
and think of all the stories that we could have told

Tell me the story

about how the Sun loved the Moon so much
he died every night to let her breathe

Good morning

" 'Good morning' said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. 
'What do you mean?' he said. 'Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?' 
'All of them at once,' said Bilbo."

Dance, dance

to the life you wanted 
when you were only 17 
with your good girl dream

REGRETS

but you transfix me quite

excites me to an unfamiliar degree

My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.

Don't kiss me

Don't kiss me,
you don't know who I am
but chase me,
please chase me
until i'm not ashamed
I love you...
I love you
when you are not around

now see me
just like I have planned
these beautiful lines
I'm sure you understand