i wrote this in ISS, daydream schemes.

Cubicals give me headaches, here’s a setup to fill my head space….

Imagine him pulling up in his mom’s Toyota,

Imagine me looking out of this world, solar.

crop top, short shorts, & Tim’s

sitting on the porch impatiently waiting for him

hoping this time I won’t fuck things up with my mind

wishing that it goes good with out trying, effortless.

i see the radio and my first instinct is to mess with it

he grabs my hand and my heart jumps & i wish we were doing like rabbits.

i gotta keep my head out the gutter- its a bad habit…