fiona disco.

you dont pull in that way your hips dont spin toward the moon every night with wonder. You save your bannanas and peaches for just me. But i bare fruit to the whole population. Apples and cherries- why would you want to starve the world. i made you a seashell out of sticky tack. and smushed it on girl number two's cowboy boots at the show, just so you know i broke her shell and carried some of me in to the corner of that first meeting cave. I took a shit in the woods while floating with johnny and caiiu. I bit my lip to bleeding looking over your eye balls, buring your cornea with my shards of silvers of pleated skirts with high school secrets. ruffle your hair in the darkness blow off and down blow and finish another boy who cant separate my secret.