sweet creeps

you are like a star you are bright, petite and never near when forced  but of course, you are blessed with a heavenly body...

so pure it hurts to touch because you think its a sin to have someone you admire with so much bliss of the right amount of perfection even summer days in the salty warm sun ; days will still seem to pass by with idyllic

your mind blooms like flowers however you're eyes are still infused with innocence

her cries are the missing howls to the oceans peep.

O' hanna its no wonder why creeps come along to your hum; they want the satisfactory of your delightful crumbs.

oh my but you are far too savvy to tell the difference betwixt lust and great affection.