Bloom

In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, boy fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you.


Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can't get out.


Can I take it to a morning
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?


When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you.

my man wrote me a list

-You’re the foam to my london fog.
-You’re like a wolf sweater on a value village rack
-You’re like a space heater in a cold room
-You’re the lyrics to my songs
-You’re the strings to my guitar
-You’re my lip chap to my dry winter morning
-You’re like a full glass of eggnog
-You’re the cheese to my macaroni
-You’re a tshirt straight out of the dryer
-You’re the sprinkles on my donut
-You’re the cream to my coffee
-You’re the banana to my banana muffins
-You’re the sweet smell of rain on an early morning
-You’re the brain freeze to my Slurpee
-You’re the sunset to my evenings
-You’re a pair of oxfords on a hipster day
-You’re my radio when we sway
-You're like a warm sweater on a cold autumn day

Traipse

i couldn't sleep last night. cause my cat kept trying to sit on my face... and this morning, he sat on my toast. damn it!

givers to mes

where is my eggnog? My belly wont stop annoying me.

hipster town

My art professor says I'm a great young woman with a knowledge of how to dress. She goes on and adds that my style keeps reminding her of her teenage years, when she use to wear oversize wool sweaters with tights and oxford shoes. I hope that's a complement? Then within 10 seconds later a fellow student adds "Her style reminds me of those hipsters outside of Atlantis Coffee." Atlantis Coffee is a small coffee shop in the heart of downtown. All the 'hipsters' supposedly go there and mingle amongst themselves while they sip on their lattes and chat about the newest indie bands playing at The Exchange. My bro David says I'm one of those 'hipsters' how lovely.