Crumbs Of You

You sit with crossed legs

In a where’s Wally number

Round frames, and dark rings

From lack of slumber

Usually I like a bit of pillow

But when your stripes rose as you scratched

I couldn’t help trail along the inverted belly

And latch myself to dreams of catch

I’m more concerned you’re fruity

Than if you’re single

And I’ve hatched a millions plans to snatch

You from daydream to reality 

But I’m unmatched in my lack

Of confidence and clarity 

So I just snack on my crumbs of you



By Lyric Deep.

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