Djjapp777
Bluelighter
She gave me more oral than Casablanca's Dick on casette tape,
It was the first time she had ever felt an emotion close to the Winds of Sierra Tonin,
Sadly, it transformed her into a deer focused on a red traffic light,
Sadly, our world could have spun for years but would not orbit...
I didn't want to give her the shape of Rome's home,
But I had to and she rubs her ass as she roams home.
Our bodies had been one world and I had her mapped,
The door was already closing with her on the doormat.
She had wanted to put a fighter's palace on my little finger,
But she accidentally put handcuffs on my feet.
The golden bracelet made me know I was loved.
The silver brace let me know I was trapped.
Basically, I put my flag where Santa lives in time to see her chase Antarctica.
The bulb flickers and dies, flies devote more time to tears and cries,
The bulb so much bigger than the fly, without the light is the crushing demise...
As the search begins for the more radient light.
I apologize for being vague...
I try tell it like the musician's flowing music,
but I take out the man and leave just the roof and the fiddle.
A story of love and no answers usually make you sick,
and you'll fill your prescription by deciphering each riddle.
That's why I cover it up and make strenuos work for thee,
You see the senses are sharpened when one cannot see.
I apologize again for making you continue...
This stupid fairy tale appears to serve no form or allegory.
However...
Switch the roles,
and read again...
- You'll have yourself the true tragic story.
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"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
It was the first time she had ever felt an emotion close to the Winds of Sierra Tonin,
Sadly, it transformed her into a deer focused on a red traffic light,
Sadly, our world could have spun for years but would not orbit...
I didn't want to give her the shape of Rome's home,
But I had to and she rubs her ass as she roams home.
Our bodies had been one world and I had her mapped,
The door was already closing with her on the doormat.
She had wanted to put a fighter's palace on my little finger,
But she accidentally put handcuffs on my feet.
The golden bracelet made me know I was loved.
The silver brace let me know I was trapped.
Basically, I put my flag where Santa lives in time to see her chase Antarctica.
The bulb flickers and dies, flies devote more time to tears and cries,
The bulb so much bigger than the fly, without the light is the crushing demise...
As the search begins for the more radient light.
I apologize for being vague...
I try tell it like the musician's flowing music,
but I take out the man and leave just the roof and the fiddle.
A story of love and no answers usually make you sick,
and you'll fill your prescription by deciphering each riddle.
That's why I cover it up and make strenuos work for thee,
You see the senses are sharpened when one cannot see.
I apologize again for making you continue...
This stupid fairy tale appears to serve no form or allegory.
However...
Switch the roles,
and read again...
- You'll have yourself the true tragic story.
------------------
"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
