"She dont know that she makes makes me feel like this"

SHE COPMLETES ME

LIKE A STRAIGHT LINE TAKING OFF FROM 0 DEGEERS OF A CURTASIAN PLANE, PROGESSING TO FINISH A CIRCLE ON 360

THAT LINE WHICH MY HEART KEEP SKIPING ON WHEN EVER IT JUMPS FOR A BEAT

THAT FACTOR WHICH CAUSES ME TO BEAM WITH A YOUTHFUL SMILE

UNSACASTICALY REALISING THE LIVELYNESS WHICH CAVES MY RIBS

Each second that passes continuing with time

SHE IS THAT RAY THAT Escaped FROM THE SCENTRE OF THE SUN

WILLINGLY NARATING, THE FRUITFULNESS OF THE UTERUS THAT KEPT IT FOR 36 WEEKS

HER CUDDLE I PREFER AS IT PRISON

 my “prison”

Giving me liberty that suppases my argumentative reason

Attaching me to her personality more than her outer appearance

Like infants caught on their bellies by umbilical cords

She recites a story that is constantly settled on a climax

I just keep eagering for more