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In my attic
I Never thought I'd love again/maybe I never did/
It doesn't say it on facebook/cause/you know who you is/
You with/me/makes me wonder/how did I get ya/
How'd the jesta/plunder/the heart/of Cinder/ella/
Beautiful/and enamoring/wait/isn't that supposed to be me/
Looks like I found princess charming/I'm just a peasant/sought by/chivalrous royalty/
She frivolously spoils me/those qualities I try an' reciprocate/
I took a sip/a taste/now I'm an addict/can't get ya outta my attic/hey/
I'm glad today/because I'm finally the one wit the shoulder/
To holster/my chin/when in/life I feel colder/
Than a/bare skinned/polar/bear In the Antarctic/
Cause you sparked it/this fire/so please/don't ever part wit/
The flame/and I'll never burn you/hurt you/except/
For the little fights/I swear I'll pull you to my chest/
To this/hot mess/you the best/fuck all the others/
Cause babe In this cold ass world/it's you I want under the covers/
I love most, the wonderfully
I love most, the wonderfully placed touch of 'subculture essence' in this:
It doesn't say it on facebook/cause/you know who you is/
The overall feeling after reading is awesomely sweet as honey.
Loved it!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "