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.
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