The spellbinded soul
I'll never have to cry each night if my abracadabra worked
I'll never need to feel the abrasion I've got from two walls abreast
And though my heart weakens,I'll not abrogate these urges
Because it's the reason I am living-'tis my nature to be in love amid a broken and swollen cardia with pus
I'm perplexed by your definite abstruse
That even your abysmal mind was inexplicable,I'll reach for its depth
Even your meaning of fathom draws chasm
Neither edges nor limits can obstruct thee--high and dry
If only would I not violate any law,I'll hijack thou heart for my gaiety
Now that I 'm the Hiroshima overwhelmed by you--the a-bomb
Thus,Newton's third law was been on our sides
Have you remember the action-interaction, hombre?
This poetry seemed to be a hodge-podge
Full of hocus-pocus to hoist as if a hoarfrost
My brain was also a mess beneath a hallow-eyed face
I really want to crack a holler but I can't
Crushing thine self with honeyed words
Just not to feel the shenanigans in and out
Seeing that,I'll never need a hem to cry or be a heathen to show my rebellion
Owing to the monsieur I wish didn't do his part on this trade
But 'tis always better to wait for you, my helpmate
Than to ride on highflown speeches from newfangled lads I ought not to date
I'll never need to feel the abrasion I've got from two walls abreast
And though my heart weakens,I'll not abrogate these urges
Because it's the reason I am living-'tis my nature to be in love amid a broken and swollen cardia with pus
I'm perplexed by your definite abstruse
That even your abysmal mind was inexplicable,I'll reach for its depth
Even your meaning of fathom draws chasm
Neither edges nor limits can obstruct thee--high and dry
If only would I not violate any law,I'll hijack thou heart for my gaiety
Now that I 'm the Hiroshima overwhelmed by you--the a-bomb
Thus,Newton's third law was been on our sides
Have you remember the action-interaction, hombre?
This poetry seemed to be a hodge-podge
Full of hocus-pocus to hoist as if a hoarfrost
My brain was also a mess beneath a hallow-eyed face
I really want to crack a holler but I can't
Crushing thine self with honeyed words
Just not to feel the shenanigans in and out
Seeing that,I'll never need a hem to cry or be a heathen to show my rebellion
Owing to the monsieur I wish didn't do his part on this trade
But 'tis always better to wait for you, my helpmate
Than to ride on highflown speeches from newfangled lads I ought not to date
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