Some 90's Loner Shit

I’m lookin @ you through the glass

of Pandora’s

heart-shaped box

Your solar eyes mesmerize me

I try to avert mine, but cannot

They hypnotize me

I’d let you vandalize me

In fact, I yearn for that and more

My soul abides for the times

When we slipped inside your velvet glove

You let me taste your love

Damn, I miss your smell

Oh well, @ least my will is well

Dwelling here, tiptoeing’ the tip-top of hell

Imagine if I went ahead and fell...

Fuck it

Let it be, right?

You know shit’s gonna be alright