Theres a whole picture perfect story book full of cliche's.
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As mushy love pie words coat my eyeballs with sugar
My eyes want to melt into the floor
Along with all the pretty sparklies floating around
And unicorns sailing into the rainbows
Running from your fuzzy warm blanket
Late night fire side Heart warming chats
Filling me with marshmallow fluff
And children's laughter
Makes me want to be tar black
and rain on the brightest of parades
Does the wadded up paper ball or the bowling ball fall faster?