Sarah

Don't stay up too late, say that love squarely exists, tell me get my skates, the earth hesitates, like it has a stitch, I’m not afraid, someone says give me change, the pavement is playing this, it'd be a cheek to say, spin your plates, he wants to see my tits, creepy by the door frame, walking by his place, it’s s like a launderette, tumbling out my fate, his little smile migrates, with all the other misfits, who’ve never seen a wage, such times of little grace, when you figure it, it’s me who makes a face, is something missing ?