Invention - Lotte Kestner

Your face it leaps to the top again

At least I’m starting to write again

Missing, too familiar a feeling

Now, my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth

I think I’ll wear the good dreaming right out

You are my favorite shoes

I’m always on the run and I hate copy past for god’s sake

You know when you have such a feeling

You feel like you invented the whole thing

Love I, I invented love I think

Now, my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth

I think I’ll wear the good dreaming right out

You are my favorite shoes

Now, thinking of your

Now, thinking of your

Now, thinking of your

Now, thinking of your