Cutie Pi from Hermit Crab by Govier

contemplative little blonde haired girl,
if you want to pursue something,
in this world.

i know you can it's ok to be scared,
just remember your vision,
and don't stop there.

outside jogging down the two-way street,
a worn soccer ball rolls under my feet,
and i stop to play with my neighbor's dog,
i don't remember what he's called.

handshakes and smiles dinner party time,
i'm glad i could convince you that i felt fine,
the only way i could stomach that no pun intended,
was when i was smashed.

i wanna lock my feelings in my thoughts,
make you feel good and then i'll stop,
inside a stream and i can't get out,
some sad self portrait with a frowny mouth.

just when you had it all in your hand,
it crumbles before you can squeeze it again.
but i'm glad that i could make you mine,
3.15 you're my cutie pie.

the air one my arm is freezing cold,
i wonder when i'm 45 if i'll feel old,
but i don't care,
who gives a fuck,
who has the bowl,
puff, puff, puff, puff
(pass)

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