Time

You're too early,
Use the yarn.
If you wrap it around your fingers tips you won't get far.
You better think before you speak.
Mean what you say cement the leaks
And loops
They're made of fur
From rabbits tears
Remember to pull out the burs.
Eight months tomorrow since we met,
I've taken care and listened to every word you've said
You mean so much but you don't know these metaphors will melt to snow.
Use this song listen to it once a day.
And then back home,
I know you'll be okay.
Fragile inactive time
Horoscopes will make you cry
A million tears inside a wishing well
Close your eyes and go to hell.
Open your eyes
Wilted smiles are never fake.
A dance floor should always be made of dirt
So you can stomp it out in the pale, blue air
On the 7th of June
While the snow hits the ground and
Simple gestures are oblivious to this world
Night turns around and smiles entirely into small wounds
Like simple pygmy cuts
Into pale untanned wrists.
Love.
Boy meets boy,
Meets girl,
Meets girl,
Meets boy,
And back again to smiles
And the way they make you tired.
Just laugh at yourself once in a while
Keep your mind on things like mud
And holding hands in the rain
Just forget about time.
It never listens anyway.