your soul has planted tall trees that grow
Up to the sky,
Branches as strong as the hope for a future between you and I;
These trees I have grown to despise
Because they are just as bright a green as the rim around your eyes
poop
v slow & just a little selective; always accepting plots, pls ask for aim.
“Is there something on it,aii??” He pawed furiously at his face while simultaneously attempting to catch his reflection in the other’s orbs. “I must look like a raccoon!”
