we only made out, you never kissed me.
Mission accomplished, through tooth and nail, through pushing and pulling, through hidden messages in the airwaves. Its funny how certain acts drain every ounce of innocence of even the simplest places. Like unclogging a drain and watching the water whirl pool down the drain into rusted pipes. We only say what we want to hear yet somehow we're both perfectly aware and at the same time perfectly okay with it. Just allow your eyes to adjust and your senses perk up, easy baby, its just like riding a bike, ease into me. Rumour seems to have it that I'm a thunderstorm, taking what I please, choosing what I want, coming at will, putting up walls to block off the attachments. If all goes as planned, neither will fall because neither of us will catch the other. Its written in blue or black ink, conventional lust. Each others outlet, a release. Lets see who can keep their emotions string free. I'm willing to place a bet.
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With naive carpenters there is always the possibility of building so many walls they get boxed in and that drain water you watch usually ends up in the sewer.
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