They said our love was silver gold and platinum
but I said hell no … number one you should not be talking what you don’t
understand this love has no monetary value and if it was tangible... Then this love
is wood, because I want this mother …lol to burn slow and we can sit in her warmth and
enjoy us and the “we”, I want our lives to be the tattered book that got that
way from being read all the time the way I read on your mind and all your
feminine bits, we get to be each other’s study, not that one book with dust on
the shelf boring yeah so we relationship nah that’s no us , some days you will
wake up and never wana let me go , and others (with a laugh) you’re going to
try choke me and I fear you will succeed lol, but thing you know, that you know
that you know… I will never do is leave u … I am just saying, every day I am
make us burn slow, each kiss making you skin burn in a good but way, even as
grow old we burn there will always be heat
and your lips will never not be sweet..
hypothetically…
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