>alarms buzz silent i like yous
>attempting wake ups
>but instead we get up to homemade melodies for brunch
>and mimosas mixed with my moving for early treats
>you can’t help it so you ask if i’ll always dance for you
>but after one too many sways i fall lazy
>and you follow
>back into disheveled sheets
>cause a hoofer and a dancer equate our trouble


^These^ words -- (((SPARKLE))) -- ~Floating~


*Nice Reminiscing*