toes, toes, toes
how they wiggle in excitement,
they bears the clippings of my future.
toes, toes, toes.
I sit in, waiting at your expense,
I sit in, waiting, longing for your meal.
each strand of skin, diluted,
seeping into my subconscious
as if, it's the only thing keeping me alive.
that one part, translucent, maybe grey,
white-shred.
oh toes, how could I forget your hazel hue.
your prints that met the tip of my tongue.
oh toes, how could I ever forget your contribution
when life disintegrated, you gave me a purpose.
and now, I can save you, from the dryness of your soul.
toes, toes, toes
I guess that's just the way life goes.
I wouldn't be who I am without you. my pretty pretty princess.

