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I wrote this a while ago, and wanted to see what people thought haha


I write in rhymes and lyrical analogies
taken aback, by all the flash photograpy
my retinas cant take much more attention
with you as a distraction walking down the street
and now the movies passing by wish you were with me

poetic and frantic
just a hopeless romantic
waiting for his curtain call
he knew from the start
that she held his heart
in a loving closed hand

We could dance to the beat
low and slow and oh, so discrete
conducted by the trusting whispers
and i would hold you close to me
and protect you from the flashing gleam
and lean in close to be your dream

I have the heart that you hold
and you have a smile of gold
fit for an angel just like you
you leaned in and touched my lips
it happened to be the perfect kiss

It belonged to a girl
who would soon take his world
and mold it into something beautiful
And this feels like a dream
how could she fall for me?
and mold this into something beautiful

and i am poetic and frantic
just a hopeless romantic
fit for an angel just like you
he knew from the start
that she held his heart
and you leaned in and touched my lips

I write in rhymes and lyrical analogies
that line the shelves of books you read
Quote by Friggly
my balls undropped...they're not all like low and stuff, and they look like they did when I was little...I still spew and stuff. Is it possible that I may be getting younger by the minute?!

haha^^
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