A Peaceful Morning? Yes, please.
More comfort? I want it.
Waking up next to my queen.. It will happen.
Today, let’s round the pinnacle of my allotted energy levels, eh!? Puffery, flattery, complimenting unsuspecting angels, I’ll do that.
I will do my best to shield my heart in armor that rallies on poetry, sweetness and confidence-building. I will seek a hand to marry when the time is right. I hope to God, I can and know how to reach senior-itas.
“Peeta’,” my angel, excuse my dialect. I just want to show you the endless amounts of favor you need to know that I’m more than certain of my choosing of you.
I hide because most of those hangry eyes got me double taking who’s on my side supporting my efforts.
I’ve scraped my plate into the trash before letting Grover lick the plate clean! I constantly exude love when I feel safe. I’m wearing that hat right now.
“Honey, I’ll lay down next to you and hold your hand before anything unravels and they call me ignorant for not looking into facts. My six packs of love might hurt your eyes if you despise me coming around better than your “man,” that punk and I stay praying, heavy.
I’m saving that. Put it on everything you look to for reference. Bars leave my house bent. I don’t recognize anything titled rent. I’m paying for whole Phd.’s with the flick of a wrist.
I’m leaving girls leaving my house pissed!
When I mistake a moat for a hole to die in, I stay still and hope I find a map to her heart more patiently. I call it grace overcoming my hungry heart!