Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
I divide I fold inside, like a caterpillar strives to be a butterfly.
Telling secrets is a whisper in a tender ear; I see it has been rendered.
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Devotion is emotion as it becomes clear to spill into the ear of time.
Walking and thinking go hand in hand as it’s clear and so divine.
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine
Who’s charming, who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Raising the bar of envy I decide to play and conform to simple thoughts.
Not alone I’m in divine ecstasy and provoking the sound of natural random abilities of intrigue.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple of thought mine.
Rambling of greatness has a price of sick sexy word play as it comes on display.
To be or not to be is our thought provoking significance of eternity.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Pump up the lost notions of believe or make believe to only think happy thoughts of standards and radiant scores of love jones; and only to eat likes and dislikes of charming but stacking thoughts of high sighs of beauty and divine suitcases of simplicity that feeds us small bites of heaven.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
Who’s charming who’s stacking it’s just a thought a simple thought of mine.
By: Cherries And Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*
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