His words plumed out the chest
Heavy to the heart
But now or never was the situation
As from seventh grade
He had kept them all in
Drowning at every sighting of her.
Her whispers being his secret joys
Yet havoc wrecking
That he was not the one
The one ploughing the heart to seventh highs
The one tossing her blankets in blunts of thoughts
The one running her wild in yearning of holdings
As she sought the Barton of finding her one.
So it was the last of the dance
Laced out in hurricanes pressure
As she was the Precious he sought for
And today, words had to spill on her.
"Would you be....
the sun on the horizon of day."
Trailing the atmosphere.
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