Being with you is like
being sentenced to life
without the possibility
of parole.
It's like standing in the rain,
with a metal rod,
begging to be struck
by lightening.
Your eyes are clear
like bahama waters
and your head is empty
like your bank account.
being sentenced to life
without the possibility
of parole.
It's like standing in the rain,
with a metal rod,
begging to be struck
by lightening.
Your eyes are clear
like bahama waters
and your head is empty
like your bank account.
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