9:39 PM >> Tiny hands, fallen curls, hiccups, and gum

Tiny hands and fallen curls
Cute little hands that hold my attention
Watching them grasp the steering wheel
Or expressing as you talk

And curls that fall on your neck in the morning
Running my fingers through them and they return
To sit there resting on your neck as you sleep

Hiccups and excessive gum chewing
They make me sick, so sick, so sick
Little explosions brought on always by the first sip of soda
Just one but enought to make me cringe

Enough with the smacking, Enough with the bubbles,
Enough with the wrappers - tiny silver crumbles like pepples
A path of metallic pepples that you leave behind

I'll take the tiny hands and fallen curls
To the hiccups and excessive gum chewing
Keep the jeans, lose the soup