It shapes the way I wanna follow,
it's the only curve that promises no sorrow.
The white trembling trance,
the key to most people's romance.
The flash of an angel,
but shame of the devil,
if you were to open your mind it'd be level,
if you looked my way
I'd show several.
It's always there when I'm not,
but when I think of you I can't stop.
That probably sounded bad
but I don't care,
mainly because it'd be so impolite
not to copy that and
stare.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
It shapes the way I wanna follow,
it's the only curve that promises no sorrow.
The white trembling trance,
the key to most people's romance.
The flash of an angel,
but shame of the devil,
if you were to open your mind it'd be level,
if you looked my way
I'd show several.
It's always there when I'm not,
but when I think of you I can't stop.
That probably sounded bad
but I don't care,
mainly because it'd be so impolite
not to copy that and
stare.
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