I’m infatuated with the speed at which you spill your ink Imagine all the ways you guide your pen over a page Fantasize about how you dot your i’s and cross your t’s And now I can’t stop thinking of collaborating
If only I could If only you would But we both know it couldn’t Come to any good
Yet you still have some may And I still have some might So what if our wish on the stars Could make something so forbidden lawful tonight?
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are the sentence without a period The movement in the puddle after the rains The scent that lingers when the scent is gone The oxygen for the oxygen The letters that spell out the word love The one thing I’ll never leave behind
You can’t love me There’s no chance Built a wall around my heart Surrounded by a cage And then a bunch of booby traps Don’t try to force your way through I’m no boyfriend, no part-time lover Not even qualified for a one-night stand I’m one-hundred-percent husband material So don’t blow me a kiss I’ll just blow it away Mi casa es no su casa My house is not your house My house is hers, just hers, always hers.