dispatches from the bed

Atrue light is the epitome of my dreams. bebe you can read what i write but things are not always what they seem. you fell in love with some idea of me. eye stood before you lucidly my ideas so sublime, with you denim pulling my jean. standing here now watching the clock my love is a crime, pants falling off the seams. many ideas to combine?? or are they just dreams? lost in translation this deceit comes out as an amalgamation just the former me making life harder to breathe, and honesty. forcing you is synonymous to burning trees, deluding ourselves and leaving me never able to enter release. i'm a sorry fuck. you know, everyday is like i'm here to appease?

although, you found me trembling wet pussy tease and scoping with argonite eyes. made you believe i am not from your dreams a part of me cries. but i loved you first and a million others died. granted it took me long to find you without the lies, no tainted waters filled with toxins MAKING OUR BRAINS ACTIVE blah blah blaaahh your you is supremely attractive. breaking down the hurdles is the most tragic with this weight of tons of men that's stored at it. attic. safe. in the corner office space, locked in cabinets of your mind. i don't know why. however, i would keep my distance she keeps making me cry. pulling either arm is the lost and weak, ending this lonely lovers charm last we speak..  eye and eye will destroy babylon, please excuse me.
feels like you'll be here all the way to Z.