lover boy

lover boy. finger in all pies, smelling of cherry pie. smelly pie. you, you, reading about you you. So always about you and always (sigh) forever heartfelt crapity crap. and your tiny little fingers not quite maybe but if you slipped them up with slick then never know. But worth thinking about Mr lover boy. With that facade and all the regrets underneath it. Her regrets cause maybe she should have in that one chance in that one if only feet stamp never to be repeated bargain basement. probably not worth the fire sale anyway. all flashing lights and hurry, hurry, hurry never to be repeated. Ah well. Never mind. Now we have that.

Now I have this.

That.

Whatever.

Mmm.