catch me when i fall
birds' chirps, fall and climb playfully, at my window, cheering winter's breeze good mood caught me too, – guess someone opened its wings to catch me when I fall
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get moving
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Coco
my eyes get moving along with anything displays the night, — (a song, a pic, a story) gazing at it, looks like a bazaar of surprises, blazing many profiles, (unique, or just so-so) one of 'em seemed as if, furtive, it's stalking me; i even swore were you, but what to see it wasn't (equable), i winked at you, thinking you do the same, but wasn't time to see, cos in a wink, night flew
if you forget me
❝ I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours, that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it's long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms...
on repeat
by
Coco
…bring to me, — sapphire eyes, beautiful nose, flawless teeth, pulpy lips, sublime soul, brilliant mind, perfect coiffure error-free speech, sense of fun, sense of music, athletic body, full of health, gazelle walk, higher than 6 feet, passionate, tender, worker, hygienic, rich, gallant, (with me only), …and an assistant, …and a manual, for being assembling ‧ and just like that, i caught on repeat this epitome from the universe, but as it was expected, it forgot to notify about the most significant aspect, to refer to gender
nothing else matters...
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Coco
work of art
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Coco
to not stop the insanity of love, a tenderly memories' cascade intones thru the veins of a poet, gentle breaths masked in lust from an elixir of a laced chalice guided by the kissed dreams in the whispers of the wishes, a sense triumphs into a passion grounded into a time, undirected, longing's gravity it gesticulates charming confessions about us, miming geography of our words never problems, just work of art
dance with me
by
Coco
One fine day, we're gonna meet on the 13th line, page 31, chapter — the love's philosophy. Me, (as author), with us in a dispute, I pictured about who's missed each other more. To interact with the topic, get the melodic book and let its emotion run along in your mind. I bet you'll be impressed by all the hugs and kisses that could heal your longing's pain. I could even risk… saying you'll be captured in birds' trill, sniffing, budding flowers' scent. A magic cosmos will be shown to you enough to laugh, to cry, to spy toward the new me I am. Its buoyant spirit will feed you, will ravish you, will reveal why you wish to dance with me. Nanosized, you'll live me in a lot of biographies. Out of one of 'em, I was sent into it to love you.
my love is your love
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Coco
non, je ne pas
she likes to hide
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Coco