an ode to an old love's lost love,
this is to be seriously taken un-seriously and seriously.
a creeping and a licking,
a sticky tongue sticks out
a growling and a crawling,
the monster spins and shouts
on the bosom of the one
who loves it dearly as the sun
which shines and radiates the light
the monster creeping in the night!
a licking of a growling thing
a crawling of a creeping thing
the spinning and the shouting
of the monster on it's outing
it is running, it is hiding
oh the monster, it's abiding
on the bosom, some shirt of white
i hope the monster's found alright.
1 comment:
): i honestly want to believe you truly dont have it.
but another part of me wants to come into your house and search your closet.
and then another part of me wants to go into your friends houses and see if they have it.
actually. i just wish tshirts could walk ):
but then, maybe i misplaced it.
SEE. there are so many maybe this maybe that. gaaaah. i'm so upset.
please let it be found
r.
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