Still sticky

Atmospheric pressure is something we don’t see that we need to continue to become the pancake we made up.

If the air you breathe can not be understood

Well the syrup you want to add might not come to you naturally anymore.

The quality of being able to breathe freely

Could fly away in the night!

The day we don’t take the time

To crack the shell and see yourself oozzin out to become

Slopally and yet deliciously needed

For me to take it on my cake and be able to leave some for my sun inevitably.

 

More Mistakes

Now back 2 is a nut a nut.
Well if you take away their purpose
They forget what cone they were
hatched from etc.
No nut can go back back
That's why the actualizations of
small details are important for
Your good.
Like what it took for your cone
to become ripe enough?
Why it's only one of you for inside?
Not always aware its time
To relate your nuttiness with
the point of living in your neck.
With my brother pines and all.
Amazingly they don't always know what my delicatesents
were once called.
For the reason our father
from a different mother
keeps hatchin' for that very reason.
Oddly enough. Never.
Or is it a corn either way it
goes we are in your throat.

The requirement of love

The journey of How and Why

When the days began to be thought about

The debut of the other

Having to happen

By means soon to be explained

The neutrality of natures being so obvious

Workings of growth the same

Recognizing what is to be seen

Realizing the need to live

Imagery beginning with a true story

about my first 3 days and the

Why you love me until this day.

I have to be there to get it.

-IN with Love-

Choosing ur Battles Bitches & itches

The planning of the battle
Multiple reasons to bitch
Accused of passing on
Never will end so mine as well learn
from the last womb.

Please share

My continuation of never feeling like given in.

Not letting the bend send me to sin.

Understanding the mentality of tin.

Thin yet strong enough to sodder any connection.

Changing colors with the attributes of slavein’.

Discovery of what it takes to become us.

Becoming a landmark for some states in fuss.

Wondering where the trust burned the wrong element

Into being such a hush.

Why can’t you take my end for the beginning of your loving what’s been called a unbreakable send.