Pill, either solid or soluble
Either way so gullible
Raise the bar, riddle
Make me play the fiddle
You crush my despair
Now it is only fair
That we keep hidden our love affairs
So policemen don't come up the stairs
You make me happy
I think I'm addicted
I don't care
For the damage you've inflicted
Raise me off the ground
Make me sleep sweet and sound
Let's take a trip and run around
Can I get you for a quarter, or a pound?
I Love How I Feel Around You
I think I want more
When my feelings go "Pew! Pew!"
I feel my legs have gone sore
Please pass by my house again!
Drop it off in bags of ten
Make me feel better than a thousand men
Don't take me down! - Ascend!
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Words Floating In The Wind
Poetrythe verses that never made it. the floating thoughts of the author in a way not yet revealed. stay tuned for these thoughts
