To think about the past is depression
And today is 11:59
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To think about the past is depression
And today is 11:59
my love for you is like crab legs
since you left me that day
because you crawl sideways
another way is ok I guess
You butter my toast better than most
We are cookies from god’s oven
And you are my rocky road dough
I scream for Us-cream
They say hearts are the size of fists and I will fight whomever.
Out of breath out of my mind guess I was squishing you too tight all right
Found a Reeses Piece in your eyes, chocolate kisses on your lips and a Kinder Surprise in your heart
Communication is key to unlocking this thing called love
Stuck like glue and the peelings just won’t go away
I looked at her in the mirror as i washed my hands to see her look in response. We gave each other a nod and I knew life was fine after all.
Baby bee we can go anywhere
Vanilla favela
In Havana?
Sandstone ice cone
In Mexico?
Whatever you like
Is fine dine
Thirsty?
We can go to the Calvin Klein
Your last relationship was a rocky road
Full of hard things
And soft
Your tongue went skiing
Never came back
Pants missing
Tie a mess
But you’re beautiful
Just the way you are
-Mr. Potato head
His chapped lips reveal his need for lip balm
I have to go “pee”, tell me when the sunset gets to the good part okay?
Her body a temple
Uninhabitated by mass
The four seasonings of spice
The ghost of girlfriend’s past
Spread like glazed gaze
An enigma at large
Simply awake
Why be a madlad, a bad boy, or a sadboy when you can be a glad boy?