sugar spice

sugar is sweet,

neat to keep and peace to treat the heart of a mam,

the part of a hole makes you know there is love,

the sacrifice to be processed, its true divine was all so nice,

I really did;t know what to say,

for at this point I am tire,

but its not your fault all you wanted to do is talk,

this is not the autonomic result,

you started to clean my thoughts,

your glow I can see though the darkness,

my eyes can finally open,

and for a minute there you had me Foucault on you a coarse,

the caring in your eyes, makes me daring that you are mine,

my heart started to pitapat in the stars,

and I wonder, hopeing wising who you are,

you problem feel like a charm, well you overwhelm me ant got straight to my heart.

the sounds of the waves I can hear from the walls,

A suddenly whisper from your lips, we might kiss,

a turn, a tone, a time, for a tale to tell,