“i can be the girl in the yellow dress from a …  July”, “i can flow smoothly in someone's soul for a while, bluntly because i'm like an inconceivable… song…”, “so, what you want to be one day‽”, she asked him “no doubt, i wanna be your man”, he replied to her effortless, turning the natural feel of multiple tunes while his lips raced for her kiss from another future that languished in the official lodge of the whispers

there, where you're frenglishly afraid to get in, there is hidden the treasure you sought… ‧ it'll not try coming home to you, but it'll linger somewhere in the blue wing of the moon ‧ it'll stalk you to see if you give your soul to those who promised you the magic of paradise , instead of the one who'll follow you even in hell ‧ so be vigilant , — this, it isn't my confession but your frisson , plotted by one whose hell was made in heaven

why should and how to love you still  when you're already folded around me like a gentle cloud of a rambler-rose flowing around my forehead and chest to feel you like a kind of déjà vu which if you have it, I must have it too, today to roam like twin flames in love's nest