Forest Gumping... catching on

Forest Gump: the lone racer from commitment; the broken hearted not to be broken again... man that girl can run

Pain in your eyes... poetic justice... I attempt to give u justice with my academic appearances in our dialogue... the perfect poetic gesture... I've observed the pain in your eyes due to the injustices and misfortunes ...

Stock requires the brave investment of your earnings and savings.. I promise this poetic gesture is only to invest my love stock and watch it spurt with growth

I have a demo of forever partially prepared for you... it starts with us beautifully drifting and rafting to our secluded peaceful islands inside of the hearts of one another; straddling my fears I welcome you Foresta Gump for these travels.... 50/50 chances chancing with ease... with you (we can run together)

Ms Foresta Gump.... adding the "a" for femininity... my femininity is trying to add assistance applying awarding abstracted awaited adventures assigned to you and I...

Second and third string running strong... energizer backed up bunny too afraid to love... too afraid to settle into the memory foam comfort of a new love

Rain drops trickle down... barren branches capture its moisture... let my barren branches of fingers capture the moisture of your eyes; you can let all your pain tears trickle as you please with me

My clever charm is as genuine as life long fears; many days I've feared finding "she" and potentially letting my cunning shy ways inhibit our juncture (cupid shoot us with your sting please)... still this bliss is so sweet it'll be the airplane crafted to take your dreams and their tours out of rough drafts... outlined dreams and outlined parts... my hands will trace the globe around your calfs traveling every chasm of your physique; sharing this untainted poetic justice, I propose traveling beyond tourists dreams

Lone racer... no longer alone ... we can fill thousands of jam jars with our own tinker bell dust magical moments--> the daily occasions
Become the perfect treble and bass to my musical influenced days

My quaint poise exhibits my success enjoying the vintage flavor of your old school love you've kept away; I consider it favor that we've connected; a true gift from above

All that running... I'm glad that you've stopped running now that you've run into me.