I feel like letting the words flow
so simply that I'll know
the what I am say is true
and not just a show put on for you
I don't want to write about love
or beauty sent down form up above,
because that's not true that's not real
for self-esteem i can see the appeal,
but I want the lust, the passion, the waves
So I can recant the ways,
That I want you, I need you, I feel you
the way that just a glance make me feel for you,
you who makes life more than just a game
one who Id gladly stand out in the rain, with
just to hold you close and see your face
just to see how alive i feel in this place
wrapped in your embrace, horizontal, vertical, at a slight angle
sitting here thinking of calling you an angel
but I know that wont work, it never does
unless your a looks 1 percenter then that's the cause
hopelessly romantic or hopelessly romantically frantic
the thoughts would drive a sane man manic
into depression with fits of rage and joy
thoughts of bliss will only play coy
a tug on the strings, a girl with no wings
but still as beautiful as ever
insistence as light as a feather
I want to see you first
and prepare for the worst
I want to see you
then be you
I want to like you
then lust you
and if the moment is right, and not just the hype
of me finding your favor, and seeing you later
maybe just maybe lu can escape
but pulled back quick for its mistake
then spilled forth to give validation
I guess I can love you, given my situation
Peace Out Girl Scouts
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