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Sense The Common

Could you please try to forget the Mona Lisa story, let go of Picasso's arts because you beat them all. I know not if it is in your ability to be both sarcastic and fun at the same time, I know not if it is just because I find everything about you attractive that you always on my mind.

Listen, lend me your ears, hear what my words have to say but of importance listen to what my feelings whisper for they say that the words not spoken are the loudest.

See,,, have your eyes on me not for me because I can still see on my own though you got me blinded. I know you are able to see the future bright with me, and if light is only at the end of the tunnel, there is no way we are getting out of this love dungeon for your love seems to shine bright.

Think,,,Mind you that I only mind you. You got  a deadly combination of talent, beauty and brains. You say that time will tell, you say that lets wait and see
you say a lot  many other things but what am eagerly waiting for you to say is "lets do this"

Feel,,, fill my empty emotions with more of your toxic love.
I make my bed out of you for that's all I wanna lie on. Truthful I promise to be for I cant afford losing you because of a simple lie, for you are more than an apple, you are the orchard of my eye, lets make things fruitful.

Wait,,,Be patient...It is only a matter of time before distance stops to matter. Its only a matter of time before I spend 60 more minutes to build whats ours. Its only a matter of time before you become second to none. Take you out on cold Friday nights just to see you tic tock. See how we got this, like Rolex lets get things rolling and maybe I could smitten your heart more and be the reason your pulse rate be beating smoothly.

*Doluh Words*
*Daftone Benz*
*Ffinsky*™

© *2018*

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