Jul 04, 2004 19:22
Hello doll,
I'm afraid the time has come
Yes I'm talking to you
I love the way your mind speaks louder then words,
the way your lips look softer then the clouds above.
I love the way your eyes are as brown as the honey
in those little bear jars.
The way your body fits with mine like a puzzle.
I crave you,
yes baby you.
I crave that sweet tongue that sits inside
your gorgeous mouth.
I crave the taste of Newport's on your lips
like a breath of fresh air.
I crave you darling and everything your about.
Quite frankly,
sweetie
you drive me insane.
Drive back home already.
You're too perfect for my liking,
too pretty for my eyes,
too cry-worthy for my under sensitivity.
You're too smart for my stupidity,
too poetic for my attempts at a poem
You're too mature for my being naive.
Too drama for my simple state of mind.
You're too serious for my sense of humour.
Love,
shmove
i just want you dear
Havent you ever heard of fun!
Dont be so drama mama
I'm funny.
Let me fill your car up with gas and wish
you a safe ride home.
Whats that? you hate me?
ah yes, yes you do.
Have fun my lovely.