as far as i can tell from my dash there’s some sort of gay musical olympics going on that only europe was invited to
Wait
Do not chase
Do not wear the soles of your shoes
Down on boys
Who won’t cradle your feet
In their laps
Do not waste
Your words
Exhaust your tongue
In the silent poetry
Of kisses
On those
Who don’t exhale
Your name
Like a prayer
Wait.
My shift would end as the cute new-guy’s begins. But he smiled at me and said hey. ;)
people who have the same name as me are competition
I love Kevin’s mother…
