Playground Love – Air


Jazzy. Meaningful. Floyd reciprocation of some sort.

Playground Love
I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul.
You’re my Playground Love.
Yet my hands are shaking.
I feel my body [remain tense?], no matter, I’m on fire.
On the playground, love.
You’re the piece of gold the flushes all my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You’re my Playground Love.
Anytime, anyway,
You’re my Playground Love.

So similar to what I observe through the one who loves me.

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