Are you sure? Just want you to think. its a lot. Fourth grade lightning storms, embracing your tank top. Middle age, a sunset not seen behind cloudy memories. This ease and how its now. How it pleases the past mes, the yous. Are you sure..I ask back. Eastwood eyes under a gritty sun. I could be sure based on its fun which speaks to original me. How some are free in solidified complacence. Based on cookouts and friendly faces. But F$%k me if I let whats easy decide where home base is. Are you sure...I am sure. No wasted time on No, Let me tell you, I smell assuredness based on nothing but your teatherball placement. Just think, just be sure. As bumblebees scramble through your confused creations. I will sting and be more, lick the honey from the floor you wasted. Sleep, dream, be dramatic, endure. Believe my own bull$hit, till its pure. The best, last thing there and you have to have it.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 12:06:11 +0000
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