If the Laws of Man

were written by a woman how beautiful would they be If gentleness could feel would it hold it closer ashamed of all i am but for her the try the stay the bees are missing the party the moths are high as the ceiling see what i did there turned it a bit jabberwocky To was being a gooseberry between Kiss To and you (you will get that bit later) with only love a promise always brought her whispers fingers forming t's and stairs forever followed