Absentmindedly she

I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.	sometimes it's	And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity	To Stay in those moments
pretty, but	I hope that for a few moments he felt a little less alone	Why I stay awake at night	I would have leapt at the innuendo you had strewn at my feet.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained	If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame	Long after bedtime I will wake up and sit crosslegged watching you. It is your fault for having your face.	Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire	The votes can be divided into roughly two categories. Those that got it, and those that didn't.	You never know which experiences will last longest in memory	Moth