Clocking on this endless work
I ought to put a ladder down
Honestly I pan the kindest lines
And then some
If I come to teach you every night
Then love gets lost in loops
[?] beneath my hold
Is not so
Mirror me
Like you want me to be
Like I want you to see me
Like I want you to see me again
Now kisses for sisters down avenues
No loose lips and no good nights
If I ever [?]
But not in my [?]
If I have to trace for you every night
Then angles lose their urgency
Trickle down my skeleton like hunks of honeycomb
Mirror me
Like you want me to be
Like I want you to see me