The Undeveloped Story Secrets of being awesome.

If I lived in the time of John Lennon

Met in the middle of a steady riot,
your big round pretty cute eyes they gleam like diamonds.
Like endgame, you’re all I see and I to you.
We fell in love, oblivious to the world.

Our obscenities reflect delinquency,
the indecency stir hot vibes across
our hearts of red burning passion.
..and the sound goes on forever.

If I lived in the time of John Lennon,
I would be the last one to leave the grounds sober.
Drunk in the music and high on the aroma,
of their ever blazing rolled happiness.

Call me in nine months maybe,
if my scarlet letter hasn’t killed you in your sleep,
then the good times have paved way for salvation.
Let’s call her Mary Jane.