Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

I’m going to stick with you
Because you’re sweeter than a honeycomb
To come home to.

I’m so stuck
I need a faucet to wash it
As if I was buried in muck.

You and me
Are like me and my shadow
If the sun shined everyday, anyway.

Let’s launch a love boat
In the canal or the moat
And drift to a lake somewhere remote.

I’ll always choose to forget
How you secretly called security on me
Whatever I do to woo you I never regret.

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