MADLove

thought you were a proper boy

with your top hat crown

and satin glove touch

stacking teacups

on the brim

thought i was a proper girl

with my pinned up hair

and parasol laugh

hanging china

from my curls

thought we were a proper two

’til your teacups slipped

and my china crashed with

your satin glove touch

and my parasol laugh

thought this was

a proper crush, but

it’s just mad,

mad

love.