Sacralove
I'm writing for my life but this is not a suicide note
My heart has been beating into a startling crescendo since the day we met.
I'm scared cause I didn't realize I still had one.
I love you with open palms.
I woke up with a headache and a sore back this morning
but I still picked you a bouquet before i left for work.
I'm writing for my life but this is not a siucide note
I gave my life to you, come home from work already
I made cheeseburgers and french fries.
We still aint got no Koolaid though.
Perhaps we will have finer things to drink in the mansion I have made my mind uo to buy you.
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