witch hazel bloom

i lay in my bed, eyes on the ceiling, see him. see her. and i feel some feeling, with a need to see san francisco leaving, my hands like birds in the autumn season, fly away now, so i can leave my room, because my peace, yellow-green, is a witch-hazel bloom, feel the joy. feel the pain. feel it breaking too, feel the joy. feel the pain. feel it breaking too, feel the joy. feel the pain. feel it breaking too, feel the joy. feel the pain. feel it breaking too, i feel feeling, i feel feeling, i feel feeling, i feel feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, you sit in a bed, knee to chin and screaming, while our frame of silhouettes, in the charles is swimming, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, you sit in a bed, knee to chin and screaming, while our frame of silhouettes, in the charles is swimming