You're the brightest colour crayon
in the box of monochromes and pastels...

When I say good night
I really mean...

Yeah, it's something like that...
who needs sweet dreams anyway...

Guess what, my little tomato!
Today is nine month's day...

Happy fuc king nine months.
This one's been the best...

It seems you float like a raindrop,
streaming past my vision at inconvenient times...

It's sort of undefinable,
this little thing called...

The lights go down,
set the scene...

Quiver.
It's only a night...

I'm searching desperately
for a small poetic moment...

I love you
((please, don't ever let me go...

I hate it when I have to tell you
that I am going somewhere...