BlueJaysA Poem by LauraAnnI don't know how you did this, and to be honest.. Do I care? I've been staying up later and later just to fit your face on the back of my retnas. I know I shouldn't tell you this- but you take my breath away. I know you're going to hurt me but I've figured that's tomorrows problem. I can't even tell anymore if you want me, I only know you want me to kiss your neck to make you become butter. I swear I'll be toast. I only hope you're not looking for a pancake. © 2014 LauraAnn |
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