nothing about the weather

Finally scrapped that shit forming a wall between the sweet scratching of metal and tonal defeaning so cosy its almost comforting.
I found my knees about 13 inches above each foot.
Dark coloured carpet to hide the stains and a shiny fuckin showerhead to admire your own pretty fuckin eyes.
I ended up dancing alone whilst you were bare backed and confident to be showering in the dark, door's wide open; practically in my company.
I say, old rock and roll music is much nicer to be carried by you're lonesome self.
This could be trust issues, or just your sister's home made bitchy fuckin attitude.
So you can stay over there with your sexy self, standing in the rain with your very pretty eyes and I'll sit over there- frankly opinionated and wearing leggings again.