Thoughts, they think are like a bed of roses
The more you look, the better they seem
The more you touch, the better they wilt away
The more you fantasize, the better the imagery
The closer you get, the more mysterious they become
Thoughts, you think are the best companions to keep
The lonelier you’re, the better you think
The angrier you get, the faster you come to a compromise
The more satisfaction you get, the better your ego
The more you think, the more foolish you become
Thoughts, he thinks are like a bouquet of flowers
The brighter the color, the better the price
The more the fragrance, the more it attracts
The more you think less of it, the more miserable you get
The closer you get to it, the more it tells you “you’re wasting your time”
Thoughts, she thinks are like love songs
The more you know the words, the better you recite them
The more you speak the words, the better your influence
The more you try to think of them, the more confuse you become
The more you sing to a guy, the better he under looks you
Thoughts, I think are like a bevy of girls
The closer you get, the less attractive they become
The more you look, the better they scare you away
The more you smile, the better they read your mind
The more you love them, the fewer honors you get
zealgod
The poetic Lover
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