Love has an address it is at last my home filled with all the objects of my choosing and a bird that has flown in far from here I hope to not hold him captive as if my abode were a bird cage of sorts all the meaning held on a small chain and key dangling/hanging on offering of liberté from this nest my nest. We have a complicated love story but doesn’t everyone.
I have sympathy for the devil.
However you are the other half of my heartbeat.
I am your Bonny be my Clyde you with my lipstick kiss tattooed on the nape of your neck above your shirt collar for all to see you are mine and me with my tattooed garter belt on my upper right thigh acting as a holster for a tattooed grey metallic gun gleaming.
I love my man I am a liar if I say I don’t Id be a liar if I say I won’t.
Make this city ours. I have the keys to the city tonight lock me up a slave to you I will be your slave I have been your slave ever since you called me doll. I have a long way to go/travel to get to you.
Tomber amoureuse avec moi une autre fois ne brise pas mon Coeur un autre fois la denier fois comme toute les fois. My mother gave me something it's gonna give me good swerve.
You run for me to me put it all together makes me everything a good woman needs are you a good man? No good to me.
Come find me in my hotel room ghetto suite down by the water. Never knowing a Sunday in this weekday room. Sleepwalking through the days sleep walking through the nights
My dreams has got no orbituary soon I will have to bury you in my mind soon I will have nothing more to write to you and you will have already forgotton me there among your Middle Eastern brethren. Lost in a crowd of six million people.
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