There's a rap-rap-rap
(front door disruption)
Rainy sunday afternoon, sunshine tears, cloud drool
Serenading the harmonious mundane,
(rock thrown rituals, cliche rattle-rattle on the window)
Bestill my ungainly heart
You try all too hard
Poppys abandoned to cold paved hands
(bound by sloppy I____yous)
alongside abashed half-lit grins
Bestill my ungainly heart
With butterfly sighs
Immature emotions, beg- fruitation!
Bestill, bestill, bestill
(Our ungainly hearts)
Falling, failing, (pulsing)
"You're so lost, dear"
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