to my lucky jason
You are the shopping cart in my night sky
got me feeling like I`m on a sugar induced high
sweeter than strawberries with splenda
splendidly blended
something like my addiction to Arizona but amended
if I am sourpatch kids, first sour then i`m sweet
well baby you must be my snickers satisfying my every need
my lucky Jason strum your strings thirteen times
and open your heart and mind enough to receive my rhymes
marching to two different drums like a complicated melody
that even the most beautiful songstress cannot sing on key
piecing together like thousand piece puzzles
slowsly but surely fitting together, nuzzle
if only my dreams were premonitions
no premature decisions just pure intuition
—bullet.tongue
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