
Pissing rays of sunshine . . . oh God! I'm both repulsed and laughing. This poem seems a different style from your others . . . sort of like top 40 lyrics, minus the spitting mouthwash.
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i love you
i need you oh won't you be mine i want you i miss you no i'm not fine the world keeps on spinning and I'm dying so fast come to the future don't stay in the past if you'll be my mouthwash i'll rinse and spit then we can be quiet just be here and sit i love you i need you where did you go? i need you i miss you i hope that you know the sun keeps on shining and pissing on me the gold of his rays just won't let me be if you were my lotion i'd rub you just wrong then worship adore you as i sing you my song i love you i want you no nothing is right i need you i miss you be with me tonight or the stars will stop shining they fall to the sea darkness around but there'll be no more me if you were my heaven i'd stay here til dawn but circumstance dictates that i must be gone so... i love you i want you won't you be mine i need you i miss you but some other time i love you i want you and i guess that's ok i need you i miss you til some other day ![]() Pissing rays of sunshine . . . oh God! I'm both repulsed and laughing. This poem seems a different style from your others . . . sort of like top 40 lyrics, minus the spitting mouthwash. |
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