Lochlark
I don’t fall in love easily
I fall in love often
Sparrow heart beats the fastest - lark-
And a misnomer counts another fool
Cree Eyed /merrymaking unrivaled -
A sure thing -
The latest lisp on the youngest, cutest girl
And a mad dash for amber hues
The lack of blues making me feel fake amidst the tranquil yellows
Like a loch ness waiting for it’s bolt lock.
Or a keen masthead bull shit meter
You know the kind,
Tells you what’s divining and what’s rod.
