Hey, busy bee buzz a little while longer, it won't kill your buzz if you buzz a little bit closer. I don't miss you but I still want to kiss you more.
I do not like you at all, but I want you to open your mouth pressed up against mine.
Breathe. Ice. Icy breath. Take it in. Exhale.
On your knees now, get down. You are a monster, you are right but let me finish. I am November. This is not our December, that may never come, but we can wait for it to come again.
Don't walk down any aisles just yet, unless it's an Oreo aisle!