, the night too real the darkness of it all the abyss the hit list the coping with the drink I think I hope I can conjusre up the idea of what it is in your mind as I shrink the words into reducing actions the verbs the status on your profile the ads in this diction the petition the pictures of your past times your intention I try to picture us together in the near future hoping for perfection the hit too real I feel the sedation the mind contemplation the.
Heights the sky rotation the whole mediation is just in stress the whole skin tight dress the ideas I press I just hope she stay impressed as I break through this economy slightly placed into an eroding flight the ideas typed the whole reducing atmosphere of it all the whole great mountain king hall the fault the constant spots the halts, the fact they creo in the start I just ponder through it all and come up with a thought that leads me to an action through the part I press trough and kiss you hoping it all will fade away in the view through the hues the prisms that engulf and imprison us through the claim of resonance through waves that surrounds us in and out of view acclaimed to be the life of us the essence that brings us to once again kiss on through the dew slick I feel the water in you I press and soak in through the limelight soaking through us the sour words distasteful melting on the pressure and caressing notes play on I fee you so close to me now the whole light off the crowd we in this whole view now not caring who watches us now I press on reach for a cheek and feel through the hair the hole take on the view they glare im carefree light hearted and no worries in me I feel the jubilee wonderful glaring see that watches and judges me and you the whole scenery due it’s all like a flash of warmth seeping through I feel so close to you now nothing can hold my emotion and understanding of how the moment is ours and nothing can make us feel so alien about our movement
