Let’s just call them freckles.
Happy on the West Coast.
Draped across the sofa.
I feel you’ve ruined me forever.
I don’t want to sound trite, but you were perfect
The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic.
I wish that you would kiss me ‘til the point of paralysis,
The way I flail my arms in front of you, it just embarrasses
I’ll never turn my body clock back.
Think about the things I’m glad I left out,
Some things are best left unsaid