Cemetaries
I love them.
The Smiths agree.
Lets have a picnic at midnight.
Cross our hearts and hope to die.
Dance with me under the pale moonlight?
I love them.
The Smiths agree.
Lets have a picnic at midnight.
Cross our hearts and hope to die.
Dance with me under the pale moonlight?
I have a few.
I’m sure you do too.
Tell me their stories.
I’ll kiss every single one while you talk.
I am, quite a bit.
I’ll keep this under control as much as possible.
But ultimately, I respond to your actions.
Don’t give me a reason to doubt them.
I like to watch it.
I like to write it.
I like to read it.
If you watch it with me,
I’d like it even more.
If you want to try it with me,
I’m game.
I don’t smoke it.
I don’t care if you do occasionally.
Don’t do it all the time.
Don’t lie to me about it.
I’ll buy you junk food.
My friends and I use this word, often.
Actually, we misuse it.
We know what it really means,
We don’t care.
The actual definition is erroneous.
See what I did there?
Just go with it.
I’m an Aries.
I will try to guess your sign.
Don’t roll your eyes when I ask.
I will research all there is to know about it.
I won’t ever admit to this.