Fall asleep and dream
Of tomorrow morn
Because there's more
Wake
And there's more
Roll over, say your breath stinks
But there's more
Know some more because you just think
But there's more
Brush your teeth and spit into the sink
There's more
Mix that with an orange drink
Silly; there's more
Put a smile in my pancakes
There's more
Love in a sandwich bag
There's more
Phone call
I'm sick
(At Life)
No pants today
There's more
Le me smash today
Sex, talk till you pant and pray
There's more
Come back around like a boxer
Many rounds in the canvass
There's more
Make fun till you laugh and heave
There's more
Make love till we can't
There's more
I eat lunch in my favourite restaurant
Fuck a sandwich
You can stay home and rest or wait
There's more.
Ask me a million suggestions
There's more
Drop pretension
There's more
Time for investments
There's more
Soft couches, love, be comfortable
Wake up as night falls
I come home and slam the door
There's more
I love the way you snore
There's more
I love that your stories are boring
There's more
I love that you went to the store
and only bought a single orange,
Sorry, two tangerines
There's more
I love that our fights are like war
Then there's more
You know everything about me
Because I'm a taurus
But there's more
To me, you are a cancer, liberator
There's more
Speak slow in your accent, with a passion
What do you want to know?
It's yours
There's more
It's yours
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Winter Through Windows
PoetryToday, dreams are mocked and strangled habitually. Sarcasm is seldom labeled the accent of the devil and her insatiable brethren, but, my dear, that is what that is if you don't quite understand him or hymn. Even parents seldom encourage their kids...