My dear love, in you andI there is more than just a boy and a girl
There are lovers who love more than they are loved,
and souls who see what is not visible.
I am loved, as are you,
and together we see that.
You are this song
that keeps me going.
Even in your absence,
I am never depleted.
Its sweet spell widens
my heart over and over
again until you return
with glorious moons
rising in the faint swell
of your eyes.
One, She grew up in a nice home.
He grew up on the street.
She ran playfully across her yard.
He ran to get away from the cops.
Two, the night of the school dance her heart got broken.
The night he picked up a gun, his soul was lost.
She swore herself off of men for as long as she lived.
He swore himself off of heartbreak for the moments he had left of his.
Three, Something happened and made him stop for just a moment.
Something made her remember what her mama told her.
"Don't be afraid."
She realized that's what it was.
He noticed that's what it was.
Four, a week before graduation.
She found herself looking at a painting one of her classmates had made and she dreamed about life in the picture.
He walked down the hallway and saw a girl looking at his painting.
Five, It's the day of graduation and she's nervous as hell.
He on the other hand knows he wants to go to art school.
She sits next to a boy waiting for her diploma.
The boy glances at her and notices she was the one who saw his painting in the hallway.
Six, the two had said hello.
Her hands were shaking
His voice stuttered.
But they were both exited to finally meet one another.
Rolls under a desk
A girl leans down and grabs it
A boy smiles, her back to him
She opens up the note
A smile on her face
But when she reads the pencil marks,
She leans back and she laughs
The man in front, he frowns
And walks to up to the girl
She tucks the note away
And gives him one instead
The one that this lonely man
Reads says, "I'll follow you"
As the girl gets up and leaves
The smiling boy does, too
The note that she hands him is a different note, incase you were wondering. And the one that he reads has nothing to do with the fact that the boy gets up and follows her.
The likes of you I can't describe,
Yet I love to eat between your thighs.
The melody you spake to me
Unfolds my greatest sovereignty.
I crave to quaff all of your spit,
And swallow every drop of it.
Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh,
Those bare and supple ****** *******,
Your eyes that follow my firm gaze,
While we kiss and lick and misbehave.
I need to feel each piece of skin,
Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again.
It's such a treat to eat you whole;
I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.
— The End —