Romezio
Waindo
I feel these little emotions
But sometimes I get this notion,
That someone can cause an explosion;
And cause their own destruction.
They light the gas on fire,
Laying waste to my desire.
Which results in a visit;
From an iron made for a tire.
Their faces will end up smashed,
Their torsos all gashed;
And if I keep it going,
They're potatoes mashed.
They overwhelm, they're an ocean,
I flip out, everything's in slow motion.
I freeze out, there's no locomotion;
All because of immense feels induction.
They ground me down and take me higher,
Break me up before they inspire.
They know of no limit;
And my heart gets drier and drier.
I won't stumble I'll punch 'em and slash,
On the walls of my soul they'll end up splashed
No matter what, I'll keep up going
Live, laugh and love; keep the feels growing.
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