feels like daisy
and you, Jay
maybe Francis
and i, Zelda
did we not drift onto
a strand
and a simple thing
called time
when it ticks
where you don’t belong.
and it keeps ticking
as i run along.
words. hearts. secrets.
words. hearts. secrets.
feels like daisy
and you, Jay
maybe Francis
and i, Zelda
did we not drift onto
a strand
and a simple thing
called time
when it ticks
where you don’t belong.
and it keeps ticking
as i run along.
maia diaries 