Splat

splat all over you sweet tender love turned to stone pretty angel you wanted my ugly truth my hard history-- --the long bent road to what I pine yearn ache waste away for hope it doesn't crush you there's a prince in the beast and a beast in the prince who still believes fairy tales come true that a good girl could be his even after especially after you take him to dizzying death defying rapturous heights from which he hurtles free falling down, down, down diving deep into your soft burning heart then smack smitten splattered like wily coyote? pursuing my roadrunner over a cliff I leap with my trusty dusty rocket pack does it fire? --or do I pancake pick myself up off the ground a little damaged probably but pretty much indestructible I bounce back into shape again and give chase to a beauty or maybe just maybe "this" ignites and I catch you