Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...
Her mind-
a collection...
I'm going to buy one final boat,
And this one will have flare...
Can't fall asleep
I'll try counting sheep...
Sweet sounds serenading the town folk
Music notes fill the open world...
A cold breeze rushes past me,
sending chills down my spine...
I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...
Living young and dying free
That's what it's like to be me...
Noise in the night
that likes to keep me up...
When you're with me you're nothing
less than a skilled break dancer...
Quietly spoken with a smile,
sweet words, come here my little fawn...