onehundredeightyeight.

Boy, you've got me now. Trust me, I'm all yours. Paint a masterpiece on this skin of mine, dancing in circles all over me until you drop. Take me in, or throw me out. Toss me up into the stars, joining me there for some tea perhaps. Open your ears, or serve me some apathy right on a silver platter. Either way, here I am. Let me hold you when we wake up. Please, grab my hand when we're taking a walk. Give me a bitty piece of your delectable mind. I can definitely assure you I wont be running away. I'm yearning for you two cents, so please, don't be shy about letting me have it.

He leads me to the moonlight, only to burn me with the moon.

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What I wrote up there, yeah, I think it sounded better in my mind, sorry if you don't understand -_-