I can't go into this anymore
It puts too many thoughts on my mind
So won't you do me a favor love,
& catalog from the angle you know.
But you won't make it easy on me
Run rabbit run
& with the wondering eyes of an orphan
You'll dig a hole inside the hole you're in.
My clone wears her heart on the inside,
& I seduce her when no one's around.
But it's not enough
Not enough
On second thought,
No more favors love,
I still owe you for the hole in the floor.
It's been a while since we went wild
& it's really a crime
But it's tough to kill the time.
So won't you paint me a picture love
of your complex mind
& tell me the story love
of your exhausted heart.
Because we don't make eye contact
when we have run-ins in town.
So I'm off to the center of the Earth again
where it's hot love
You know it hurts to be me.
The giving heart
& the rolling mind
ask
Will we make it at all?
Then I look at my clone
With swollen eyes
Then paint a hole & fall inside.
I like the wiff of your fragrant mind.
Write you letters love?
But you don't know my calligraphy.
I want to know yours.
Write me a letter love
A song
A poem
A story
Do you curl your 2's?
Mine are sharp
& have no curl.
Is your hand-writing nice?
You have nice hands
But that doesn't mean much.
Maybe I only think they are nice
because they are yours.
& I know what they are capable of.
Intentions behind ....
Purpose
Work
Care
Connection love.
This city will be far less interesting without you in it
& far less beautiful.
The buildings mirror your intense stare
& they will haunt me after you've gone.
Maybe I am a hopeless romantic
But romance isn't dead.
It burns within my walls.
& maybe it's silly to some...
Maybe you'll think it too much love...
But don't.
Just enjoy the sweetness
Know it's sincere
Don't be jaded
Don't feel that way.
I know you are open
So be open to this.
You are wonderful
I want to know more of you
I envy thoes who do
& feel sadness for thoes who knew
yet threw it away because they didn't see what I saw in the first 15 minutes I spent with you.
Love
Love
Love
Leave
Woes
Now I taste like glitter & sweat
Smell like perfume & women
If I could keep you for me always I would
Without crushing your delicate ora
Never want that to dissipate or turn.
Vintage excitement for you
You will always thrive love
& soar like a bird.
Feathers &
Wind &
Purpose
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