• kennedywilliams 6w


    Cure me
    I do not rest in the hands
    Of the wicked wonders
    I love the smile on my face &
    The little fat on my waist
    Allowed me to dance with my brain

    The view was amazing
    Normally the sunset is brighter
    On the sidewave, fighting my soul
    From Pole to pole
    Just to get you on the roll

    Nobody seemed to understand
    The type of love I stored for you
    Keep smiling and someday your face will be drawn on the moon.