sleepy eyes
deer huckleberry,
my celery eyes can barely stay open. I’m not even forlorn anymore. i’m not even a Grizzly Bear or a Golden Eagle or the strawberry bubbles that you blow into your morning milkshake. I am just sleepy.
all i wish to do..
lay underneath a christmas tree with you
and all the pine cones will fall on us
live on cocoa and wear woolly socks
and speak in chimes of cuckoo clock
love, bambi
