It only made sense to me-
like I only wade in destiny,
like I only drink very dark tea,
on summer mornings when they are scorching...
It only made sense to me,
like it's scoring the dividers detracting O' tall and torry,
at the worried hello sojourning,
...of a next year's encouraged
deuteronomy,
and the slots spell perfectly like I am optionally twerking
tangents and the emotional torpid laughing,
hacking as I complain entrapping this dent upon the distances-
completing me in the persistence, as I know of no more to be finished
and fixed,
this is existence and the amiable confidence.
She's so kind to me,
Everything she does for free,
And I love her so endearingly.
Potentially, the perfect place to be.
But she has become my sworn enemy,
Protecting myself from me,
And just when I need a little energy,
She ruthlessly denies it to me.
Is this such a common quandary?
It fell upon me naturally.
But how could this really be
Was I just to blind to see?
Can you really see me down upon my knee?
When I'm making you want to run and flee?
And I just don't agree,
Can't you see?
Interestingly, apparently optionally
But definitely consequentially.
She's making me feel like I'm behaving appallingly,
For she is crying hysterically right next to me.
And it's causing us pain both physically and mentally.
So we resolve to solve this with common sense, intelligently,
But common sense is an accident and we're acting accordingly.
She's the air that I breathe,
But we're both living in purgatory.
And by the way, I don't own a rhyming dictionary,
I haven't done that, it's all just happened to me.
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