I don't know , if you know..... but blue sour straws are my favorite. They make me pucker up because I can't stand it. Make me imagine the taste of your lips, which I think is butterscotch. They make my words tie in a knot, usually like you do. I get cravings of more, knowing there's a limit.....but I need it. I'm addicted.

I don't know, if you know.....but cupid let me borrow his bow. I changed the ammo from poisoned darts to sparkling stars. I shot them into space and went searching into your eyes for them......I got lost and couldn't even remember what I was looking for.

I don't know if, you know.......but I want to caress my reptile hands around your hips. Dig deep into your belly button, reach inside your body and stamp "patented"on your heart. Where I can hear sixteen notes turn into gatling guns. Shoot me with your bullets of love....I swear I can take it. I just want you to know....

This defined, self einstein girl of mine......well I wish was mine.

Pardon me, before I invade your inner deep emotions. I apologize for chaining on to your thoughts and yanking them non stop.

I got sick riding on your roller coaster of a personality. I tried getting off but your sense of humor fastened me in. Your upside down turns and curves make me never want to get off.......

Your smile implanted millions of caterpillars into my stomach. Feeding off my emotions like summer leaves. They're just waiting to be released......

I doubt we had the same first impression......I saw you from a mile away and I chased you constantly but secretly. You saw me as a near shadow because you're just a runner.

I think you're cute
You make me or made me have a bucket of thoughts
I know you wonder about it too
You're this self-einstein girl of....that's out of line. I just can't tell why our theory is just based on the wrong time