Days are great as they come and go,
ice on the wind ,
Blow’s that heat up into my spine, and fists get to curling, I can’t lie..
I liked the way her body curved,
but the verbs she spit really threw me for a blip, talkin freedom and ish,
confused sentences remembered, as failed miseries meet their genesis in hope…
and she disappeared on a cosmic adventure to smile for a while,