And so she said…
Oh Romeo, take me somewhere we can get stoned
Pizzas for munchies, and if you’d get me some old monk.
We both be made of butter and...dwell into one,
Getting high, some place nice, prolly a little closer to
the sun.
I’ll wear a dress…
Made of raindrops and sunshine.
You’ll sing me stories that do not rhyme
Till we together chase the moonlight.
After sunset, you and I look (almost) perfect
For it’s no one who see, who feel, who live but us.
And I wish this warm gushing dizziness stays forever
But for now, let’s just focus on the last pizza slice!
…..Oh Romeo, take me somewhere we can get stoned
Pizzas for munchies, and if you’d get me some old monk.
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| Just Like her! |
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