1 Year, That's All We Got

One Year:

An Anniversary Poem

1 Year since your fears got fixed

And your shell was finally harmonized with

1 Year since they paid you in silver things

Diamond-colored frostbite change

1 Year for a thousand men

To crumble from the weight of your playful ways again

And 1 More for your blue knees

And what they mean to me

And 1 More for each

Batch of peaches you'd have to squeeze out, to bleed

1 Day after that for mind-chime,

To change your clocks to Our Time

1 More for, I could've sworn,

The Day you dropped and I stopped being bored by them fits: Good Lord

1 More Night for It,

Doing time inside yer spit: Lovershit

1 More arm

to keep thee within my swarm

1 More for

The Madness Of Love