Soft kisses to the lips;
two hands together, grips.
Roller blades going around the dips.
How did I come to this?
Came and conqured so easily.
My eyes and body in constant bliss.
The amount of love not measly.
His hands in mine as the fire grows warmer.
My eyes watching the sparkiling balls in the sky.
The raised tones and barking former.
Because now we can make it by.
Tales of my summer dreams...
No one really knows what this means...
But if you know me well...
I guess you could say that I'm swell.
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What Does It Mean?
PuisiThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.
