He's sweet even before what I've seen.
I always feel like fed up by a candy machine.
He makes me fly with his words.
Yet, I know we're in different worlds.
His jokes make me laugh at all.
So funny that I could even crawl.
His seriousness is not that catchy.
Cause I don't know when he is to me.
His stories are so good for bedtime.
Like clinging sounds of a wind-chime.
He tells me the pain of a broken man.
And that love is not just for fun.
He looks right just like an ordinary guy.
But his life is something someone would buy.
He is not like the men behind Ellen of Troy.
But he really wants to be a russian boy.
11/25/13
I always feel like fed up by a candy machine.
He makes me fly with his words.
Yet, I know we're in different worlds.
His jokes make me laugh at all.
So funny that I could even crawl.
His seriousness is not that catchy.
Cause I don't know when he is to me.
His stories are so good for bedtime.
Like clinging sounds of a wind-chime.
He tells me the pain of a broken man.
And that love is not just for fun.
He looks right just like an ordinary guy.
But his life is something someone would buy.
He is not like the men behind Ellen of Troy.
But he really wants to be a russian boy.
11/25/13
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