Glide me over your lips,
Like pride mumbling tricks...
Darkly mysterious, she paint's a lyrical picture,
describing tints and shades of highlights of...
She was a lone lioness, and he was a bird.
A world they would make in a blur of the absurd...
Your voice .. your words ..
they seduce me...
Feelings come and leave
At instances we never hope...
Heartbeats for something that's not
Lingering shadows, limbering thoughts...
Love is like a chirping bird,
That flies through the sky...
~
I want love...
Love is a verb its a feeling sometimes its even a...
LOVE is= if you don't forget to greet her/him in...
Reach into my chest
and pull this beating out...
If love was such a good feeling, than why is it...
~Young juice...