in my head
i make a lot more money
and get paid to write

upstairs is where
all kinds of editors cant keep
their hands off me, cant get me
enough money quickly enough

in my head
i’m famous but modest
wise and generous
with my exorbanent amounts of coin

ideas flow
over flow
and page after page
has people begging for

moremoremore!
in my head
i start out modest
and forget how i got there
in my head
i forget where i am

in my head

you know you like it you know you want
moremoremore.

inmyheadpeoplelovemebecause
iwritealotbetterthanthis

i still dont believe
that you are mine
you belong to me

i dont have to share you

holding you is still surreal
i want to reflect on my shock
but i still dont believe you’re real

so small and fragile
how did God fit so much precious-ness
awesome-ness
cute-ness
and sweet-ness
in so small a package?

i dont have to share you
with anyone

Leaves falling from the

Hands of laughing children,

Faces also green.