So
So, what?
Whas the cooking class callin Lisa
She provide other options
Go to church
Don tell me its too soon
Have you no compassion?
Dumb question
Rather you ask me have I no pity Though
Another dumb question
It’s too soon.
Listen man Try as I may
I cant summons either
In my defense . . . . love is blind.
Was blinded
Cocktail forks Shards of glass
Your eyes you tell me
I didn’t see what you saw.
Saw shook his head
Saw Years
cleared his throat You were played man
You could hav . .
.
. I did
I said
You didnt hear
You didnt want to hear
You didn’t know her like I did.
No
But I listened to her
Motherfucker She said
My heart’s broken, you call me a
motherfucker.
Theres something to tha
Howbout this
The appellation is meant for your heart
You obviously have no control over it
Dickinson
Paraphrasing
The heart wants wha the heart wants
Sorry man Don get it
Im not romantic began humming Guess Whos These Eyes
1516, Tuesday,
26 5. 26
1408, Thursday,
28 5. 26
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