love, — call 911 and not for being in some trouble
but because I've been fall in deep with you instantly
and now I need to be intravenous profound infused
in my blue route with your sugary and polychromes
love, — call 911 and not for being in some trouble
but because in me are many deficits in your colors
I'm kept in quarantine somehow to not get bleached
I desperately need you. Call 911. Help me get cured
love, — call 911 and not for being in some trouble
but because my soul's full of clouds and heavy rains
singing continually the bluest blues as incantations
for seems, I am the honey slave of your soulfulness
love, — call 911 and not for being in some trouble
but my eyes are full of your sun, paralyzed by muses
my dreams have chances to get in agony of love while
pathologically looks as if I am one temporarily insane
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco
_BLOW_ │ Courrier Sud
