Current mood: listless
Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm going to ride my current inspiration into the ground.
I Try
When I try to be sweet I keep it P.I.
But I cannot lie whenever we meet
When I'm in the street, I try to match eyes
And keep it all smiles while I creep
I sneak and try to keep up with the sky
Namely cloud nine, where you sleep
I hope you see me, when you wake, lying by your side
We'll both be high when we finnally meet
We'll find what we seek in the friendly skies
so we both can ride skies soft as satin sheets
We know we can't hide from the possibilities
So only truth we speak while the possible ties
You and I into you into me into we.
1-2-and-3 truly all the time for all time
You'll find yourself in every line every leak of ink
Every dream I speak with my typing every time
You cross my mind till I can't think of anything
Other than you and me while I lie
You hold my head in your lap where I love to die
But when its between thighs we live through the love we give
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