I wonder aliens are watching us and the stars are for show

Zombie · 04-22-2013, 02:48 AM

I give thanks for what I have. And because solely it is worth
A sort of amazing math. That adds on up, more than what’s on Earth.
Superlative at it’s worstest. You’re so perfect that it hurts.
Not perfect as in flawless. Perfect as in it looks to be rehearsed
There’s no way in hell, the way you smell, is heaven. It’s transversed
Cause once you came, you’d be here to stay. Was lonesome not coerced
The role reversal showed me your way. You’re honed, when roles reversed
It’s sort of awkward, and at first. You hope it isn’t forced
And your constant strings of the flings you’ve bombed doesn’t morph into a curse
I’m over it, of course. Honestly, I just wish you would’ve spoke your mind
But me and you were both just lonely. I probably wasn’t worth your time.
Self-Deprecation. I mean, not to be dramatic. But I just wasn’t fit to be.
What you and me both wanted, and we both wanted just to cease…
Living.
Living.
Living.
Repetition is a bitch. Repetition is a bitch.
Wasn’t even the brim of an ounce of the nasty you’ve previously encountered.
And now in the instance of a sudden, it’s me in who’s a coward?
Not saying I was perfect. I certainly strayed away and from my goals
I need a lawyer for decisions, not judgement from a mallet of my old (self)
You’re my lawyer. Didn’t judge me. Just stared into my soul.
Saw the branches and the vines. Detangled with your sword.
You didn’t save me, don’t get me wrong. You just helped me be so strong.
Gave me trust, and in your worth, your tongue, your lips, your words
You dripped a drop of liquid pench that quenched my mental thirst.
The tock’ll tick. In end, in sync, the clock’ll click the optic nerve.
That senses pics, that’s drenched, and clogged. The smog has got to serve
To be the necessarily evil, from where I was. Got me to where I were
Don’t even make yourself out to be a victim. You put yourself up in that spot
You blame it all on me. Please! YOU could wrap your neck up in a knot!
I was a different person even about 3 seconds before we kissed.
But once we interlocked, I split my form and felt a force become within.
When we hug. Hug you tight. Mesh this body into yours
Never take for granted what you love. It’s what you love.

04-22-2013, 02:48 AM	#1
Zombie Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 125 Battle Record: 5-0 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 2645340	I wonder aliens are watching us and the stars are for show I give thanks for what I have. And because solely it is worth A sort of amazing math. That adds on up, more than what’s on Earth. Superlative at it’s worstest. You’re so perfect that it hurts. Not perfect as in flawless. Perfect as in it looks to be rehearsed There’s no way in hell, the way you smell, is heaven. It’s transversed Cause once you came, you’d be here to stay. Was lonesome not coerced The role reversal showed me your way. You’re honed, when roles reversed It’s sort of awkward, and at first. You hope it isn’t forced And your constant strings of the flings you’ve bombed doesn’t morph into a curse I’m over it, of course. Honestly, I just wish you would’ve spoke your mind But me and you were both just lonely. I probably wasn’t worth your time. Self-Deprecation. I mean, not to be dramatic. But I just wasn’t fit to be. What you and me both wanted, and we both wanted just to cease… Living. Living. Living. Repetition is a bitch. Repetition is a bitch. Wasn’t even the brim of an ounce of the nasty you’ve previously encountered. And now in the instance of a sudden, it’s me in who’s a coward? Not saying I was perfect. I certainly strayed away and from my goals I need a lawyer for decisions, not judgement from a mallet of my old (self) You’re my lawyer. Didn’t judge me. Just stared into my soul. Saw the branches and the vines. Detangled with your sword. You didn’t save me, don’t get me wrong. You just helped me be so strong. Gave me trust, and in your worth, your tongue, your lips, your words You dripped a drop of liquid pench that quenched my mental thirst. The tock’ll tick. In end, in sync, the clock’ll click the optic nerve. That senses pics, that’s drenched, and clogged. The smog has got to serve To be the necessarily evil, from where I was. Got me to where I were Don’t even make yourself out to be a victim. You put yourself up in that spot You blame it all on me. Please! YOU could wrap your neck up in a knot! I was a different person even about 3 seconds before we kissed. But once we interlocked, I split my form and felt a force become within. When we hug. Hug you tight. Mesh this body into yours Never take for granted what you love. It’s what you love.