a nice read

I'm sorry for sickness I'm sorry for you I'm sorry that this is me being true I know it's a distance I know it's not kind I swear there's no mistress but your looking behind behind my back for missing feathers but it's just a sack filled with letters Alphabet soup is how i survive I'll piece them together within our minds to come up with this strew of missing you this alphabet soup is turrning to stew and as for dessert I'll come up with a line sweeter than chocolate a kiss so devine a diet we are forced to stew on for a week and desserts at the end we cross deserts to meet An alchamist you are an elutionist am I teach me your trade and I'll show you mine smoke and mirrors so easy to envoke the truth is so funny these three things are spoke you are quite the gost with no reflection to find mirrors are usless my own reflection you find the smoke is a killer so i have found but i swear its just powder ignited by sound same page different books two briliant authers with all the good looks My pages are tattered my spine water logged ink has been running I've been running too long your read is slow the dialog strange a headach will grow from all the eye strane It's writen in metaphore my perseption is clean to compare and contrast to what is right and what is mean same page differant books we comment eachother with nice and dirty looks Some times it may seem I am not reading at all wile you coment on me I am far to involved I can't put you down I take you to class stick you between my bible wile attending my mass when I'm threw with my read I'll ask for an autograph you might write a pen name all writtin in math of an equal equation one I can't pass At the end of our read it will finaly look like the last page of the same book Years later a new release with our names together Title the cure for desiese we'll sign every copy and at that time our pens will be the same just to save us some time we'll live in an aquarium kissing for breath were the smoke will just rise and spill out the edge and the mirrored walls will remind us then that we're looking at reflections of what will never have an end you and I together more than just friends you and I together with all the forever to spend I'm horrible at spelling