He is a prince, the peter of drool.
and I'm the famous girl of the paintings.
& upon a time once told, led to misery
read humor.
The drama between us,
his dyslexia and my schizophrenia.
His thoughts and mines,
the stars in our mind,
the nuerons of our universe.
His material like no other.
& mines would be an engaging opposite
and this prayer that I hold... tilting his head towards mines.
I guess it's holy until he starts a war of his own
I don't care anymore. Just deal with it.