You have a beautiful smile, That is something I cannot deny. But you would run a mile, If I offered to be your guy.
I guess you have a sense of humour, Or maybe that’s just a rumour. Only kidding, I’m an idiot around you. My brain doesn’t work; I think I’d like you to, Tell me your truths, your needs I can manage. I’ll be here if you like me. If you don’t? God damn it! Your smile is divine, you have beautiful eyes; I like your haircut, I can no longer deny.
But I’m sorry if you feel the same way, Because I can’t be your Man today. Times are hard, timing is gone. Thinking is harder, goodbye Sun.
You shine for me like a shooting star, I just wanted to give you a piece of my heart.
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt