and he never gasp, only smile
as I planted it, it never reaches
my eyes, like I pretended I never eaten the peaches
or is it, peaches? Never had I thought much vile.
Reel treats, of knife struck on the table
He never meant to scare me so,
methinks he’s only scared of losing, so,
a stealth might do the trick trickable.
Me? Middle of the three daughters
of with mind different with the Saturn
he never told me, He hates me
but he loves me so, and I love him:
so he struck the table with the sharp.
I pretended I never ate the peaches.
19th of June 2012