The love I want lives inside the TV a dark haired prince whose dark eyes catch my heart intertwine a transparent energy a magic beginning about to start. He attends to my story likes it’s truth. His hand catches mine when I don’t feel strong. He stands beside me holding up our roof. Our minds and body in sync all day long. But, when summer has had her last sunset and Autumn beckons the eternal dark; Lobster love, can we breathe enough of it? Has the mighty great Eros left his mark? The love I want is sleeping next to me; My best friend, my confidante, my story.
Toy bunnies feed his soul. He has too many toys. Smelling the Autumn air sinking his teeth into the spongy grey fur dangling from its squeaky paws. It tastes like peanut butter. April showers rock n roll like Elvis on a Memphis stage. He needs more bunnies. Did he eat all the peanut butter? Gee whiz! If I wash him, it’ll rain. It’s alright mama. The caramel pup of happiness sleeps during thunderstorms and climbs trees in Autumn. Chum shouldn’t buy more bunnies. Payday comes in seven days Jesse Bells heard the ringing. Suspicious minds will be disappointed. C’est la vie! The toy bunny fights for life under the zealous pup. Why does it smell like peanut butter?
Sure, at the point of Avon town let us dance, yes we dance. Sure, at the point of Avon town let us dance - two and one. My beau moves in tune. And please, encore commune. My Bella, dances under the moon. And please, encore commune. The free front the croon. And please, encore commune. The music fills our commune. And please, encore commune.
It was the moment Dumbledore died, falling from the owl tower the cinema inhaled in awe silence echoed in the hour. In that moment of quiet grace I saw my friend in my side eye roll her lips inside her face and an epic pop broke the ice. Vibrating through the crisp darkness a climatic moment ruined shuffling awkwardness won’t confess the inappropriate intrusion.
So you want to know about me. Oh dear, how do I explain this? First can I offer you a tea? So you want to know about me. Let’s see, I make my own honey and drink an appletini spritz So you want to know about me. Oh dear, how do I explain this?
I like them in a basket I like them with a witch I like them in a flat I like them with a cat I like them here or there I like them anywhere I like red chicks and cheese and I’m the only person, I like to please.
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