I want to feed you peaches.
I want our fingers to intertwine as you tell me
How wrong I am in a way or another
As you show me how silly I am for caring
As soon as the morning reaches.
You want me to feed you peaches.
White is everywhere and light’s in our eyes
We burn brighter than thousand watt bulbs.
I want to roll around forever with you
On sparkly and sandy white beaches.
I cut my index finger slicing you peaches.
It hurt and I laughed, but it made you sad
To see how careless I am and how lost and how small.
I promise to be careful and slice them forever
As long as you care no more for your bitches.
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