I Thought You Were A Woman

I am sorry I thought you were a woman. The body becomes after teenage suicide and my agony superficialy she knew. To hold it back all covet royal weddings golden rain no umbrella one simple vow. I must love you until it bursts your heart. I am coarse a brute a boar with yellow long teeth never white because what I eat. Moon under cover-slips right over and I am like you full of juice. I will come again I learned at last what to say. Safe from the storm I am more than simple. Softly with my finger like that I am that.