Isn't it lovely
When pervy men
Pop up in your DM box
And try to make you feel
That you are a failure

Hmm
Someone's pen
Is thicker than his ****

she says my lips taste like honey,
and she likes honey in her tea. i say honey
isn't for everybody and she says

as it shouldn't be

I want to tell you how I feel
But when I'm with you
My heart stops
My mouth opens, but I'm left speechless
I try to make out the words my heart has told my mind
But all that comes out are a slur of words; nothing's understandable
I don't want the beautiful words I have to say to you
Turn into a mess of unfinished thoughts
So maybe I think I'll say nothing at all...