How should I begin, wish we could begin?Disregard my feelings like the messages I send.Now something to counter your sourness, a few shots of gin.
Crooked unable to talk straight, you hold me, but with no love to lend.Out of compassion and kindness in nature, softly do your hands work to tend.
So close are these imperfections to evolving into affections, soaked in failure to lure your heart to mine.Stand I will with these thousand men, begging to have a try, we stay in line.
What isn’t there to see in in me, you’ve blown holes straight through my chest with rejection.Shown for you and open, nothing but a small shriveling heart peeking in the gaze of deception.
But above all this allusiveness is hidden.You can’t bring yourself to say it, but you wouldn’t care if I was crushed by my own loneliness to a thin rug you still walk over.
Events and plans to interrupt ours so sudden?Bombarding lies to my trust for you, I picture the ruins of a town filled with honesty and loyalty, take cover.
Craving a sight of bare skin, just thought I would throw this lust in.Also to let you know it’s not just your figure that stimulates this ocean.
Sadly in the honesty you refuse to grant me, I cherish the way you slay and play me.The best way to pretend you are my lover.A truly surreal fantasy.
If you think for one second this is good for me, it isn’t, and if you think for a split second I’m not the one, there isn’t another.
You won’t find someone who cares for your dog (the tiny little ass), your stupid ideas (that I love), or your devotion to making sure everyone is happy (except for yourself), as much as us.
I can fix that… I’ll be your joy, your morning waking smile, and your frown for let downs.Every part of you, to me, is infectious.
Everyone should see us walk this world while we wear our crowns.But you’re not one to know because you simply cannot exist in harmony with love, at least not for my soul.………….//Xuin.
another one to call me a friend.