I promise I try. I promise I give, and naively use magnifying glasses to look for the good, like Battleship game map searches. I X out general flaws because I want to be right.
Pure in spirit, a heart pinker than flamingo feathers—a cotton candy melted by pleasant tones and gestures. Moments that remind
That eyes bear: pregnant with tears.
Caterpillars have camped out a month of Sundays in my stomach as I know my potential,
but i get nervous.
Six-prong fork with me at the center
south, diagonal right, and south east.
But you know, with certainty, I attest the Butterflies will at best carry me towards… where I will be Blessed.