As you and I together live:
Let's walk, it's better.
She'd look to fly again.
If I can free her, doom obsessed,
a happy sense stops me.
Glorious sex is out.
Character diversity, the feel of memory,
a red sweet showed only she could fill.
Sculpt and scale, the choice.
One day behind my passive body,
patience, your subject hides her childhood.
She knows ugly society, as a water-earth white infant.
A sharp find.
Please, Muse, I see. Laugh if you can,
your sweet problems best make life in strokes.
Her wasted part is glass deep, or thin.
Walk, darken her home here,
a crazy romance acts to share, capture,
and use a full opportunity.
Her instrument is sleep, if strength is cunning,
before some time, confront her anger, with no guilt.
Compose in passion,
a fiery surreal companion will always lust for your
