@KAMiMARTiX

2 months ago

How do I explain I would drop them all this image of you in a gown has me wanting a solo dance the retrospective on what could become has my jaw in a drop the floral catch could only be a dream wondering if you could be my other side is that a Tahiti on the couch pouting melodies asking where did they all go do you need them or a one and only I don’t wanna push too hard the swing set has me wanting to point toes to the sky tell me is that a kick the so above have the party under wake and the white claws aren’t for me the only drink I want to feign is that morning breath ready to cut it all off the storm of you wipes them all away with ease Ive been in the wrong though corrections for you pop off without a problem could I be your hobby or do you wanna go all in this the question I have been wondering what would you call this is it a stocking hung up about the fire place the roll around sheet grabbing to draw us new maps do you want to sing the things with me I don’t want to mumble this breath could I be stuck with you the stars don’t mean a thing I could never see the sun again if I had a chance to lay the nights with the thoughts of you this mystery makes one two three seem like cake the circling I wanna dance with you by my side could we rush the blitz and tackle our differences I wanna love you hate you and the merging between and after is this craving you I could never be bullet proof if I was with you this is the punching bag that should be all yours the voice that could really tear me apart the echo I want to trace back do the up downs the mappings of this sun could mean everything or less the chore that might be would be okay holding hands with the one you are could you see this through and vow me complete the tender headed ways are tears of yesterday the way we could braid each day have me fishtailing the French double Dutch me something romantic the sports mean nothing you could kick me in the shh those every which way and I could be the reason I want to make you that plate even when the dawn breaks drinks of OJ that’s so Simpson and Bart and I both know the do it again could you sing the hum of metronome to the little things in life the shoreline I want to collide with have me beached and the fresh brisk effect of you could have me oh so charming am I coming across as a lesson or a date plum me a frozen grape and leave me on read the choice is clear it’s I do or don’t whistle tones of high note I want to be the need if I could tell you only what’s on my mind I am thinking us from Sunday to Monday no that’s not only two days speed past the boats you have me feeling lost at sea panting doggy style trying to stay afloat is this too much should I beak a sorry apologize how does that look let me admit what was wrong I was contemplating the field and I missed the diamond I totally messed that up hit send and get a rush no blush is that too much?

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