I obviously don’t, I clearly don’t know enough about you for that,
yet I sincerely doubt that we could get anywhere near it together,
but you just keep sensually sprinkling the front of your blouse there,
and I’ll definitely start to know you a lot better to judge more correctly.
All if us learn from the good and bad no matter how it’s presented,
so when you claim one thing pertaining to a supposedly negative emotion,
this is instead going to have a positive affect on me as you diminish,
since I won’t allow one side to overwhelmingly dominate above another.
That’s probably quite accurate as if you take much time to contemplate,
with these various angles of pain struggling to be heard and for control,
slapping your hand with mine or a ruler to stimulate a different thought,
one immensely easier to manage, except having far less reward involved.
Of course because it’s simply talk way ahead of the necessary follow-up,
we require frequent checks upon our system to maintain a proper track,
from diverse sources for their extensive knowledge and apt experience,
along contrasting stages and degrees of readiness to modify strength.
Swell, you do that, sweetie, my, your utter ability to discern is astonishing,
how long I only went through this all and you merely turn off the lights,
to hell with those annoying consequences and their messy reverberations,
basically contented to brown bag it from a chicken joint three blocks away.
Excellent idea, the wind gliding around your hair as you burn in the sun,
struck dumb on a multitude of fumes while suppressing glares and identity,
lost to the extreme wealth captured by the lax roll of massive agreement,
churning in an always tightening linear circular until you’re parked forever.
Sharwrong's Song 