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You're lying in bed. Are you in bed or are you lying? I cant figure it out. I'm tired of trying
I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin I am night before the days begin I am terra cotta heart I am stories yet to start I am bones of solid gold I am young, but I am old I am war yet to be won
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's ass, For jealousy leads to hate. But damn, she has such a nice, fat ass, And everything else she has is great.
B L I N D I see the way he looks at her He wants her He would brighten her The perfect two Oh, joy! Like they were matched Meant to be But, She's too blind!
She scans him She talks about him She gets to his hair And his eyes And his lips But looks at them Like they're Her hair And her eyes And her lips She's so greedy
A dance of ivory Marble stands frozen before me, and it snatches my scarce Attention to show a simple but detailed Woman with an attractive but scarcely Clad man.
Oh to have a beard, that is my dearest wish. I am so smooth and hairless just like a little fish. It would be smooth and silky like ladies underwear
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No one ever says the truth
Golden hair that waves about her shoulders
Jealousy is a disease, Eating away all uniqueness; Distorting the beautiful image starring back.
I'm sick of all the love songs All the shallow, silly words The hormone-filled excitement And the talk of bees and birds The anguished declarations And the unreturned replies
People want EVERYTHING you have but fail to realize there was a time you had NOTHING. All they see are the good days that go so well, they always seem to miss the days everything fail.