She writes her epistles and sends them like missiles to bully me, but she lulls me to sleep with the ink that writes notes in her eyes.
And her eyes are like lasers which blaze hot trails across me, setting fire those desires within.
No sleep for the wicked and none for the good and should anyone ask me,
I am writing to her, with my body, a story, of passion and panic of how to break through the walls of confusion and make the most of a situation where situations arise.
Her laser beam eyes look on me quite kindly but blind me all the same.
And her name is 'Provoke' or the name when it's spoken of in whispers down hallways and always with a lookout for the light.
She writes me on her heart, etches me in with a look that could win the Marathon.
Game on and we're gone to where the situation lies,
laser beam looks from her laser beam eyes.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
She writes her epistles and sends them like missiles to bully me, but she lulls me to sleep with the ink that writes notes in her eyes.
And her eyes are like lasers which blaze hot trails across me, setting fire those desires within.
No sleep for the wicked and none for the good and should anyone ask me,
I am writing to her, with my body, a story, of passion and panic of how to break through the walls of confusion and make the most of a situation where situations arise.
Her laser beam eyes look on me quite kindly but blind me all the same.
And her name is 'Provoke' or the name when it's spoken of in whispers down hallways and always with a lookout for the light.
She writes me on her heart, etches me in with a look that could win the Marathon.
Game on and we're gone to where the situation lies,
laser beam looks from her laser beam eyes.
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