and I love poetry responses too
so he writes: and i just really dont know what to say or think but i think its like that time when i saw you for the first time. WHY are your deep eyes so blue? and if you dont mind, what is it like to know what it's like to know you? and your blonde hair drives me wild. yea its just your perfect sense of style and your blue eyes. i always tried too hard. and if i knew better i'd just ask you for a ride because it was always those times that made me wish i lived further. misty blue eyes. i tried rhyming words like 'divine' but it was like child's play when the only thing playing back on my mind was soaps that all ended with you being mine. and those dusty jeans were perfect and the world really blurred around you. i always thought is was funny the way your toes seemed so bony but i didnt mind. i liked the colors you chose. you were practical and accomplished with a torrent of syllables at your every command. and you closed your eyes when youd recite but i always liked it better when you were done and there it was like silence filling the room and the camera close up was of you and those summer blues. i never knew what to do when i had you.
so I write: publish publish publish. reading your writings is like divine interveinious intervention, feeding you directly into my heart sans interruptions. I'll recieve all CCs of you in a drip drip drip from a decanter, after I've opened you up, along with the others. Oxidize here, don't spoil. My blood refuses vinegar, my skin accepts candle wax, nothing petroleum based though. grow grow grow. you don't need me anymore.
so I write: publish publish publish. reading your writings is like divine interveinious intervention, feeding you directly into my heart sans interruptions. I'll recieve all CCs of you in a drip drip drip from a decanter, after I've opened you up, along with the others. Oxidize here, don't spoil. My blood refuses vinegar, my skin accepts candle wax, nothing petroleum based though. grow grow grow. you don't need me anymore.