She Use To Drive a Blue Dodge
How can I explain my love for you
When I’m judging you
Afraid of every subject
You bring to my attention
Things on your vision board
Gained your intuition
You’re intuitive I’m a pessimistic
We both God’s students I’m Muslim
You Christian
Who gives a
Chuck Taylor ties like I’m hooping
But I’m just tired of falling for old games
I seen girls 3 times bad as you like the blue print
But I’m use to holding in
But this seems like I’m folding a letter with date on it
Chinese fold
Then it’s a bomb away
Throwing shots to your direction
We older it’s a section
If I die tomorrow let’s make kids our complexion
I was one year after 5 during 9/11
I get nervous and disguise the weather
And it means nothing but you ask God why are we catching
So many feelings when we don’t even how long we here
At the moment bring closer to your ears
I whispered that I love you and the butterflies reappear
I once stopped and got paint brushes from sears
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