Something you will read.

As the fire hits the white, aroma decends from the tip of thee, to the other tip upon my face. A scent that is so tall, I inhale with no regrets.

Disregard, just play it all off
Just another, another way to cum
She's at an angle where it's tough to see
But my eyes find a way to think what they want
I don't care if she's slutty, not at all
I want what I can't make love me
But she says she needs me
And I'm so damn cute, from what I hear
Happy to know , what if I was you're "one"
I think if I carry this too far
You will be mine
The loss of our reason for speech,
Is only a loss if what happened was wrong
Otherwise you're constant regards for whats going on
Will fuel the fire that burns when we lock in
It's all about the eyes.....

It better not be just another tragedy.