By the daily she sails free down the stream of my succor thoughts.
Lost and frailty steams in sizes seizing outright juggernauts.
Such a cross of the 't' complete with a red beam dot of the 'i'.
Aimed at every part of civilization deemed fathered by God.
An extremist living in a scenic, peaceful part of the world.
An atheist of sorts, making his reports alarming the girl :
They will make you their wife if you're attractive or not.
They only need your hands, not an adaptive facade.
Clocks are useless, we can tell time by the look on her face.
A tell tale sign, stop to prove she TRIES to lose all her faith.
Gradually her progression escapes, waits through all the hate.
Then patiently mistakes what she needs for rules she could break.
And there she was,
no wings to clip.
She floats above,
and whispers..... "Shit."
Happily ever after yet sadder than ever was Madelynn.
Laughing, we treasure the horse of life together, saddled in.
Imagine when you're paddling down the rivers of rock bottom.
Love blossoms when you hear sounds of scissors on your condoms.
I never even knew her before tonight, where has my head been?
That's life. Scripts of depressants had her mind wrestling.
Babbling, drunk she shouted, "Let's get high, you about it?"
I was astounded her tone grounded airlines from cloud beds.
Hairlines were found dead! Stressed and embodied with doubt.
She knew karate but found peace in the bottles she downed.
Take another drink girl, get all loose in the head quick.
Before you figure out that you're just some chick to have sex with.
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