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Baby I'm obsessed
So I must apologize
But your smile slays me
Your laugh, intoxicating
Even that Matter-O'-Factly attitude
Oh. You've got me hooked.
Oooo I'm obsessed
I'm a mess
But I just can't help it.
No part of me denies
That when I see your eyes
...
Your hands feel so right
When pressed between mine
I promise to hold you tight
So give me some clear sign!
Oooo I'm obsessed
I'm a mess
But i just can't help it.
No part of me denies
That when I see your eyes
...I think I may be falling
Falling in roses
And landing in Love!
Oooo I'm obsessed
I'm a mess
But I just can't help myself.
No part of me denies
That when I see your eyes
I've definitely fallen
Oooo I'm obsessed baby!
So I must apologize
But your smile slays me
Your laugh, intoxicating
Even that Matter-O'-Factly attitude
Oh. You've got me hooked.
Oooo I'm obsessed
I'm a mess
But I just can't help it.
No part of me denies
That when I see your eyes
...
Your hands feel so right
When pressed between mine
I promise to hold you tight
So give me some clear sign!
Oooo I'm obsessed
I'm a mess
But i just can't help it.
No part of me denies
That when I see your eyes
...I think I may be falling
Falling in roses
And landing in Love!
Oooo I'm obsessed
I'm a mess
But I just can't help myself.
No part of me denies
That when I see your eyes
I've definitely fallen
Oooo I'm obsessed baby!
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
CCCXVII
mist rising
from a morning pond
... those baptized today
Literature
Choices
Tear me up
Spit me out
What a meal
I must make
Inside out
You saw the whole
Monster come
Devour me
I'm not scared
of what's to come
These choices
I made
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awwww, it's so sappy :3