DokiDokin

〓 Black Bird 〓 . . . You sat at the park together, on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Time passed by slowly. Through his ironically cool shades he watched you pick flowers and knit them into crowns and rings and necklaces. Arms draped over the back of the bench, he relaxed against the hard wooden back, ignoring the chipped paint that got on his wickedly cool clothes. Clothes could always be washed, and he didn't want to disturb you while you played. Sunlight streamed through the trees and landed on your figure, hunched up and wearing a face of concentration. Your brows would knit together, just like Dave's bro's when he was havin