Let’s hold hands and eat oysters
Talk about silly stuff,
I like the little things the best.
I’ll wear a pretty dress for you,
And let the soul be naked,
You seem to be the kind that stays
But then again,
All men seem enamoured
With me in the beginning.
You feel like a snowflake rolling down,
Graceful like winding poplars framing the road.
This feels uncomplicated
Like breathing air,
But then again, these days people have to go to yoga
Only to learn how to breathe again.