You’re not really a rebel, are you?
With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.
You sit on a bike that you can’t ride
You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.
You walk with a swagger but have no sway
Your ridiculous stories give you away
Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort
Although you really do nothing of the sort.
You like heavy-metal fine.. ok
You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’
You’re mean though
I’ll give you that.
Shut me out of life
Make me feel like a twat.
You’re a rebel without a reason
I committed no crime or treason.
I wanted you and that was all
Your worst crime was to pretend to fall
You’re full of crap and rather crass
You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.
I’m chronically in love with you.
” Every step you take, every move you make..”
Oh wait it’s all been done before?
Well this love hasn’t.
My love for you is a thumbprint.
My love for you is like the word that rhymes with orange.
No no not that it doesn’t exist!
It’s sporange ( look it up- I did)
My love for you is like sniffing glue ( I imagine)
It’s hit me in the face like that game. You know … Pie face.
Full throttle to the gob. Exciting. Funny. Runny.
I love you till the cows come home and get milked. Over and over.
I will love you after I sag and before I rot
I will love you in the next world and all the worlds after.
It’s all been done before?
Yep. again and again and again.
Forever. Foralways. For me.
You’re missing a ‘W’ in everything you do
Ork, ant, ill
I can never be your ‘ife’
With just a tinkle in your life.
No… I wouldn’t say I’m judgmental.
Sorry. What’s that?
You don’t drink coffee?
Google:The perfect cure to ever thinking you have an original thought.(c) Slumpless (Or should I bother? – it’s already been done :D)
‘What’s in a name?’
I would be giving you the key to me
My thoughts would be censored
No it’s better this way.
No fame. No fuss.
I would rather be anonywuss.
Cinderella said she lost her shoe by ‘accident’
But she was no fool
She knew the prince adored her.
She had felt his arousal against her leg.
Snow white flirted with all the huntsmen
It got her stepmother’s back up
When she shagged them in the stables.
Hansel and Gretel were too close for comfort
Their parents didn’t know what to do.
They sent them to the old lady in the woods
Hoping for a cure.
But their lust for one another was unquenchable.
They killed her for trying to tear them apart.
Read between the lines.
The world is full of tall tales
And we lap them up like children.