This Guy sEnt thIs tO me :3
You are as rare and beautiful as a 3 chambered peanut.
You're like a dandelion growing in a gravel driveway
beautiful, I swear!
You are like punch at a high school dance (I want to spike you!)
You're like a skunk but I proudly go out wearing your scent.
You are the wind while I am at sea on a steam powered boat.
You are sunlight and I am wearing SPF 50.
You are the lifesaver under the one at the top of an open
roll that has been dwelling in a linty pocket.
You're like a remote control with the only 2 buttons I need
(channel and volume.)
You're like a troll guarding the bridge to my heart.
You are the brain freeze after gulping a cherry Icee.
You're like a hurricane tearing away the foundation
of my house.
Your love is silent but deadly, like a ninja,
not a fart.
You're England and I am the Norman invasion, baby.
You are a hot and humid day making my back
stick to the leather couch.
You're a Shakespearean sonnet written to appease
a grumpy old English professor.
You are a pirate sailing the seas of my body
taking my vital organs captive.
You're like a frosted Pop-Tart fresh from the toaster-
flavor unknown,
but mostly you're the ghost of past girlfriends
with a sheet over your head
haunting me. lol
You're like a dandelion growing in a gravel driveway
beautiful, I swear!
You are like punch at a high school dance (I want to spike you!)
You're like a skunk but I proudly go out wearing your scent.
You are the wind while I am at sea on a steam powered boat.
You are sunlight and I am wearing SPF 50.
You are the lifesaver under the one at the top of an open
roll that has been dwelling in a linty pocket.
You're like a remote control with the only 2 buttons I need
(channel and volume.)
You're like a troll guarding the bridge to my heart.
You are the brain freeze after gulping a cherry Icee.
You're like a hurricane tearing away the foundation
of my house.
Your love is silent but deadly, like a ninja,
not a fart.
You're England and I am the Norman invasion, baby.
You are a hot and humid day making my back
stick to the leather couch.
You're a Shakespearean sonnet written to appease
a grumpy old English professor.
You are a pirate sailing the seas of my body
taking my vital organs captive.
You're like a frosted Pop-Tart fresh from the toaster-
flavor unknown,
but mostly you're the ghost of past girlfriends
with a sheet over your head
haunting me. lol
