sure did

you peeled back my face to unveil me, and, frankly, you saved me as suffocation started to set in, you failed me, but, dear god you found me and seemed to surround me in love while the love could stay shallow. Then drowned me, I thought such a sound seemed so foreign, erupting out of my own blue lips. But just like a coma, a dream can be empty and seem to be simply a chunk of lost time. i peeled back your lips to release you, you said that i teased you too long before biting your tongue, then i seized you, and, dear god i creased you, your paper facade seemed to fold, origami on bone. we clowned around in a round about and soundly spiteful manner. But just like a dream, a coma can brim over with rolling ideas and distaste. Sweet and simple love, how i long for you again. but time exists to mock these fits of sentimental sentences.