Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms cute as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a weasle at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great raven wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of mangabeams and hold next to my eyes.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my chest falls from my pants(that is my all time favorite part...XD), it reminds me of your books.
In the quiet, I listen for the last purr of the day.
My heated eyes leaps to my belt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret dog so that we may hum as one, eyes to eyes, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical angel of love.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a weasle at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great raven wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of mangabeams and hold next to my eyes.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my chest falls from my pants(that is my all time favorite part...XD), it reminds me of your books.
In the quiet, I listen for the last purr of the day.
My heated eyes leaps to my belt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret dog so that we may hum as one, eyes to eyes, in search of the magnificient purple and mystical angel of love.
*dieing from laugher* here's another one...pfffff...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!:
This night I shall dream of your bedazzling purple hair and tiger-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous chest-music,
I long to sip from your appleful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged cucumber of salmanness -- skimming vast continents of foots and ferriets.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our tomatos. (They shallt NEVA seperate our TOMATOES!! *colapes on ground laughing* I-hehehe-can't-hehehe- BREATH!)
Brilliant as dieing poops, the seas greet us from afar. (Dieing poops..BRILIANT!)
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated donkeys and tender devilhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our quacking love chimes from our toes.
I press the emu that you wear around your neck against my foot-muffin so that our apples melt into one.
You will always be my Weiner-cake face, the tiger of my own dieing eye of love.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous chest-music,
I long to sip from your appleful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged cucumber of salmanness -- skimming vast continents of foots and ferriets.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our tomatos. (They shallt NEVA seperate our TOMATOES!! *colapes on ground laughing* I-hehehe-can't-hehehe- BREATH!)
Brilliant as dieing poops, the seas greet us from afar. (Dieing poops..BRILIANT!)
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated donkeys and tender devilhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our quacking love chimes from our toes.
I press the emu that you wear around your neck against my foot-muffin so that our apples melt into one.
You will always be my Weiner-cake face, the tiger of my own dieing eye of love.
i hope you enjoyed that as much as i did...Pppffff.....*runs into bathroom and laughs head off*
