Though
I sound poetically incorrect
I heart you
Hearter
Than any man
Can ever
I’m a realist
Not a stenciled prince
Are you unconvinced?
Conniving acts
Are for those
Who can’t match
We’re misplacements
Made purposely
To find
Each other
Well,
We’ve found!
Though,
You look excited
We should settle down
Before
Anyone notice’s
This happiness
And tries to end
Ride and Die
If we must
Go out
Like Bonnie & Clyde
In the dust…
Die in the ride
We rode to death
We won’t go
Like Romeo or Juliette
Russian roulettes’
For the odds
And we have demands
**** chancing
On standings
We already have
Forget about whatever
And focus on forever
We have too much left
After this life
To worry about now...
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:00 AM UTC
Though
I sound poetically incorrect
I heart you
Hearter
Than any man
Can ever
I’m a realist
Not a stenciled prince
Are you unconvinced?
Conniving acts
Are for those
Who can’t match
We’re misplacements
Made purposely
To find
Each other
Well,
We’ve found!
Though,
You look excited
We should settle down
Before
Anyone notice’s
This happiness
And tries to end
Ride and Die
If we must
Go out
Like Bonnie & Clyde
In the dust…
Die in the ride
We rode to death
We won’t go
Like Romeo or Juliette
Russian roulettes’
For the odds
And we have demands
**** chancing
On standings
We already have
Forget about whatever
And focus on forever
We have too much left
After this life
To worry about now...
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