Would could I exchange a peach for my heart fair lady ?
For both are juicy and picked today ?
My heart beats and my peach is ripe and tender is it not
You would tell me ?
Of all the grocers fruit I could have picked did I choose at least one for you no fly had landed just for one second ?
As for my heart did I not rip it out of my chest and serve it to you
rich in the finest Claret
likened only to a plum ?
Do you remember the warm ,
Beating ***** I gave you when we first met ?
How it dripped with my blood ,
and you gathered it to your breast. and said “ now you are mine “
I died that day ,
If I could have given you my lungs I could have told you !
and my ears so you might have listened ?
How I wished you had ears to hear ?
Please if you read this come quick for I am alone sweeping up in
The potters room for what we tried to Mould ,
together was always you’re Moore to my Swayze ,
now a ghost to our dreams shattered into a thousand pieces .
Yet if you just say the word ,
just pick up one piece could we not start again ?
Then meet me at the grocer , plum , pear , heart ?
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
Would could I exchange a peach for my heart fair lady ?
For both are juicy and picked today ?
My heart beats and my peach is ripe and tender is it not
You would tell me ?
Of all the grocers fruit I could have picked did I choose at least one for you no fly had landed just for one second ?
As for my heart did I not rip it out of my chest and serve it to you
rich in the finest Claret
likened only to a plum ?
Do you remember the warm ,
Beating ***** I gave you when we first met ?
How it dripped with my blood ,
and you gathered it to your breast. and said “ now you are mine “
I died that day ,
If I could have given you my lungs I could have told you !
and my ears so you might have listened ?
How I wished you had ears to hear ?
Please if you read this come quick for I am alone sweeping up in
The potters room for what we tried to Mould ,
together was always you’re Moore to my Swayze ,
now a ghost to our dreams shattered into a thousand pieces .
Yet if you just say the word ,
just pick up one piece could we not start again ?
Then meet me at the grocer , plum , pear , heart ?
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