Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by, the cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you don’t mind. You smile, and say the world doesn’t fit with you. I don’t believe you, you’re so serene, careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, you’re guiltless and free, I hope you take a piece of me with you.
I complimented a girl on her Eye of Providence pin, and she just beamed, took it off, and pinned it to my dress. I tried to tell her that she didn’t have to give it to me because I liked it, but she insisted.
I either just got driveby engaged or softcore inducted into a sapphic secret society.