Puzzles

As we stand in a room of puzzles
No puzzle more intricate than us

With your eyes trained on me
Searching for a reaction
But what am I supposed to do?
You always had a way
To make my knees weak with lust
You always had a way
But what am I supposed to do?
Searching for a reaction
With your eyes trained on me

No puzzle more intricate than us
As we stand in a room of puzzles.

Like a Boeing

Broken bones and body

Along with a soul

All much too old

For the vessel

That holds them.

F-22

Streamlined like a Boeing

With no engine.

 

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