countrychick181
it may not look good, it may not seem okay, but i love to dance. i love to feel the sweat and the heartbeats of those around me. to feel like i'm not the only one faking it. to feel hot. i want you. i want me. i want us. and i want to let the music grab my spine. and get lost. amen.
if i could hold you in my arms, what joy would fill my heart. you are greek god. you are chiseled marble, udder amazement. but i'm not sure i like you like you. you're just beautiful. so yeah. keep being greek and dancing and singing and being cool. and i'll always think you're godlike. not gorgeous, not hot, not cute. just godlike.
i wish that everyone had more to stop and think about. rather than going going going going gone. does it take too much effort to write a letter every now and then, or chat with a neighbor across the fence? geez. lets slow down and smell the roses. or daisies at least, since the roses are dying with global warming and stuff. yay aphids.
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