the rhythm made me do it

I kept waking up to the vision of a compass
although I never can determine where exactly north is on that thing
I seem to always find the holes in stories
that don't even make sense!

I felt so romantic all day
I promise you my heart was coated in lilac
and smelt of vanilla with maybe even some honey on top.

Each month I beg the future to arrive
and hes here with flowers in his right hand
and a stone cold grin.
 

I asked someone to interpret what this means
quick stop.
pretend like its a dream. 

everything comes to him in Morse Code
so it might take awhile

oh the ways a sea opens up when she thinks your looking away