quickborn
while winter roamed... quieted, thru the wind have budded snowflakes refreshing my smile, but the sky got roughly jealous when their joy sprang in my blue eyes
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oh yeah
with the prelude… into B-flat to final chord into G-sharp, his lips with mine got in duet with lust pulsation in high-C and kiss's riff on radio waves, we laid a full climax instant oh yeah [ah‧ah] [ah‧yeah‧uh], played on repeat even the bis, in B-flat, G-sharp and high-C
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
young and beautiful
24/7 young and beautiful equipped with love's ember, my words' scent artfully prepossessing and chiseled in scintillating riffs, it benefits daily thru trysts on the writers' alley at the artists' club, located somewhere by the sea… by the lake… between sunrise and sunset that's why a few jealous ones don't rain with applauds on my poems' parade, that's why i know object to it, turning their actions in profit, that's why, i, as an alpha rider, i ride their nerves at maxim, that's why i'm surrounded just by nerds who rule the world, 24/7 young and beautiful equipped with love's ember
breathe
(your gaze), (got down slow at my book's shelf), (stirred by lust, leafed... my diary) 𓇼 (enriched with yearns), (my words' soul), (breathe out vitamins, to… breathe in… your love…) 𓇼 warm lips of some song, knitting in our apogee, sketched, at once, our world
crazy
last night, your crazy love's words leaped toward my dreams' hour i felt 'em nested into music notes through the pockets of my heart both, the love's words and dreams took the pulse of our sky’s shred to feel you to feel me thru any day
torrid summer
life, with its sentimental structure, rolling in the smile of the sky, fine mesmerized by dreams' aroma with glimmers of a torrid summer, it got painted with my lust for you, today — year - 2022, month - 01 la vie, avec sa structure sentimentale, roulant dans le sourire du ciel, très bien hypnotisé par l'arôme des rêves avec les lueurs d'un été torride, c'était fardé avec mon désir pour toi, — aujourd'hui — année – 2022, mois – 01
hold your head up high
We met at one of the social media’s peripheries. Our manner of talking and joking, provoked to some, instantly, to accuse us of a crushing infatuation… (Hilarious, isn’t it?), when all we’d got in common was just something music we shared at a time… 📜🪶 Nothing was manipulative or false, to get judged‥ Our deeds were spread through drops of eloquence, philosophy, math, or pics, well attired in words’ art, sculpted by sounds, colors, dates of days, raised at the lyrics’ power through their wise, epic movement. 📜🪶 Thereby, those touches created the audit of memories I credit for. So hold your head up high, as I did/do.
