Comments about Hayley Lewis
Hush Little Bells
Hush little bells; your euphoria is my insanity
Constant and deafening; you bleed me of thought
Shall I pluck the rose from my garden, and flatten it for my collection?
Answer me now!
It is rude to play ignorant at my expense
You will chime when I say you must
And always listen when I talk to you.
Sweet silence with my herbal fluid too hot yet for my lips