Undressed you layn't before

Tell me

Tell me that I'm good enough

That I'm not too far gone

That I am interesting

That daunts in my leafing

The great poets

Whose mapping made mine like a fly midst tea leaves

It's early ruined and riddled with stutter so I'd best

Learn my steps

So delicate a dance to days raucous song

To maintain when thinly wrong's afoot

Like yarns length in mail casing

Like yarns length in mail casing

That daunts in my leafing

The great poets

Whose mapping made mine like a fly midst tea leaves

It's early ruined and riddled with stutter so I'd best

Learn my steps

So delicate a dance to days raucous song

To maintain when thinly wrong's afoot

Like yarns length in mail casing

Like yarns length in mail casing

Like yarns length in mail casing

When I'm reading my favorite books

I can't help but feel inadequate like

I'll never be interesting enough to have a collection of prose written about me and

Ultimately that's my goal

To be written about

To be written about

To be written about

To be written about about about to be written about

To be written about

To be written about

To be written about about about to be written about

To be written about

Like fronds that to clay trail

Only in disappointment

Till the romantics of early shrivel surely wears away

And it surely wears away

I'll never see it

And worse yes it is to ask that

Maybe you'll think about me later

And I'll have written about you later

I'll have written about you

Later

Later

And maybe you'll think about me

Maybe you'll think about me

Maybe

Maybe you'll think about me