LastPoet

When it comes to love, accept me for who I am. Don't jump down a river with a cardboard boat. Don't spread your wings in the wind before you learn to fly. Don't make me happy and then expect me to cry. Before you get in to me, read this. Better to be fooled over time; than be foolish and go by glance. If you don't know me now, here is your chance.

There are two sides of me. One is innocent. One is free. Do with me In the night, thou hath abate me from disaster. But, in the day, there ne'er a sight of happiness to forebode. Where lust abounded, consequences did much more abounded, and I am left with my remains. Time is fleeting, ever so slowly. Kiss me now, or never again. Fuck me now, be my friend.

She can't know Not yet It's still too new to me. I don't think she'd like me anyway. I'm not her type. Too normal Too plain Too dull Only one attractive trait My expressive blue eyes. She is gifted with so many. A goddess amongst ants The sun envies her hair. Bright and streaming like rays of sunlight. Her eyes rival the ocean. They change from soft blue To dark, murderous rage She glides through air Every step is a dance Every movement is beautiful Her voice radiates To my very core Each breath is a song That brings life to all who listen Her very existence is a gift to all who meet her She will listen no matter the