I’ve succumb to the humdrum of lackluster, dumbfounded, parted heartless hearts proliferating, and, frankly, driving me crazy. Her repertoire is, by far, to surpass over stars; yet, incredible incredulity is overwhelming and consistently pursuing to consume me. Consisted of tightly twisted fisted fingers squeezing around the prolific profound ticktock sound, sands of time; this dude is infectiously, introspectively, confused.
My love is mistrusted, mistreated, and misconstrued; like horridly morbid misconducted postpartum viscid pus, neglected, rejected, despised, and misused.
