why this pain
your too great of a picture
fly my airplane
you are gold and time
you are the shape
my heart needs too much
your pennies needs my dimes
were a original read on the beach
more than ten stories tall
that climbs that space
bumping into hearts
after midnight makin magnetic stars
inside of our cups
were falling up and down
why should we accept
the rain we can make it stop
my efficiency needs your
taste then will book a trip to mars
and talk to the universe into us
and make it ours
and my skies needs your attention
so stay forever with my love and invent me a billons ways you can
©mrnothing
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