Falling in love? Falling into the well that is love? Falling free through space until you hit the bottom of love? Gasping for air and rubbing your neck from the weight of the drop? Climbing the perimeter of the pit of love, eyeing the top? And in a place like that, what is there to do but try to climb out, see what you’re made of?
I'll do my best, as the title suggests. Right away I'll write away about how my day should not be written off. Because when I do I'll lose my day because I put it off. Could I write it rightly? Or will I write it wrongly? I'm pretty sure i right wrongly.
late night pillow fights watching stars airplane flights Wow’ babe, come see the morning clouds With peaceful doves Flying above Wet kisses Like a washed dishes Sweat on yo breast Di* grew stronger Felt the touch of your hand on my hair And the other hand romancing my back just me and you After waiting for so long Oh my gosh, Yo high heels tinkling my legs Night gown wet I’m ready and set ***** shaved clean, nuh hair. My dear queen can I come in ? No! Not what you think I mean can I **** it ? Let me give you the legendary of me phypsyyor