What I Like

What I like, like liking least liked, looking loomed, losing lost leverage leaving less liked making it likely to take the least liked but this is not it. I can't contain the expression made by the she devil, love is evil and Im going to hell, my love doesn't grow, more like swell, well, still I call it that of which the first letter is L, what's the name? Boy to mel? Ow, call me stupid, who are you to judge, I still wouldn't fit at your scale, she leaves my heart pale, from skipping too many heart beats, she has cardiac arrest intentions, she forgets that my soul just freestyles... Like fat people who still eat junk food... She is what I like What I like, like liking least liked, looking loomed, losing lost leverage leaving less liked making it likely to take the least liked but this is not it. ooh Jesus Christ! Forgive me for the worst is yet to happen, hard to whipe out coz the towel had already dampen, for I try to be deep, being ignorant to the fact that I might be falling, its disturbing knowing for her ive been observing, serving my mind with new perspectives of life with her as the muse not Greek but the lust four letters of amuse, and starts to confuse, me, the simple minded simpleton who can't even simplify the most simplest of equations but simply put she is what I like. What I like, like liking least liked, looking loomed, losing lost leverage leaving less liked making it likely to take the least liked but this is not it.