Misses Mrs

Misses 
Mrs
It
I'm tired 
Of making flips
The headboard 
Did not bring the lip
Yes
She called again
An 
I think knowing 
Keep bringing 
These recurrences
Like spinning the pride
The others buried
Inside
Its stays dark
Half moon gathering 
Its called love
Standing
Sentence my eyes
Its seems short
But it took awhile
For you too realize 
My travels for the inside
I'm thinking
Then the seasons burn off
I hope the smoke give you direction
If they should play in your esophagus 
Did it stick
Ok
Make sure it's locked
Yes 
I shop at boo glocks
Makes it easy on my drops
Bob
Don't I keep the prices rite
On channel
Slame
Priority goal
Tell me too cheat 
Surprise me with
Its you
Advise me if I lost
Praise the meat before you
An signature that bag
Misses
Mrs
It
Snuff it
If becomes jolly
Still Pollyanna or do your walk proper
Shadow anchor
There is a ring you should tie