Small Stories

I spit my gum out on the table, and roll to the other side of the bed

Thinking why does the sweet taste go away?

I make up small stories in my head

And I may not be able to clean up my messy mind

But I swear I could use my floor as a mirror

I ate a book for breakfast to impress my soul

But then I walked around in circles, killing time

And I made up small stories in my head (that I believed)

I may not be able to go to sleep at night

But I know theres 102 flowers on my bedspread