Poetic Mood ⋅ Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

like a ladybug, my thoughts walk on tiptoes toward a leaf of a rose, shaded by its petals full of crystalline dew from a dream's origin where was never too late to love you, [never] this hysterical lust kept in my coded essences for five long years, you felt it, too, on your lips, hunting me musically in a bouquet of red wine, just enough for your whispers to kiss my body i lost even my thoughts' number, full of spirit, since i've been loving you… metamorphosed in a rain of a summer, in a season of the sun, saluting inquiringly, our love's bizarre script

my legs got tightened up, got crossed, got rigid, they forgot what is flexibility my joint got fettered in the sky's shred of your thoughts, when you kissed me in me was in a flash the ± ∞ °C degrees; i got freezing and melting in your arms the sound articulated by my entire body g ot last forever in the grip of your longs universe was listening to my confession; loving you madly made your light shine in in the meanwhile, love burgeoned into me; its scent is released through all of my pores the cold is felt warm, warm is felt good; i feed myself never enough, but i'm lively full of love, i dance and travel wherever; something on me has the pulse of yours

love has its own path; it's like a fine gas which spreads in you through all your blood; it's like a poison that paralyzes you before you know it; when you realized, it's too late... the time is too short or too fast; all you can say is, — have... that certain thing, (un p’tit je ne sais quoi)

Because you didn't want to see me anymore, it's not okay, because it doesn't offer a friendly conjecture. Reason for which I have to figure out why.⟮…‽⟯ Could this be a trigger for you to want to see me no more sad, frustrated, or complaining myself in an equal and contagious frequency about pains created by a headache or fake loyalty of people that are pretending to be something they are not.⟮…‽⟯ Or could this be an indicative that you don't want to see me anymore agonizing too easily because of others' sufferance.⟮…‽⟯ As you see, deep down on my mind are planted some questions which are patiently waiting to bloom for spreading the scent of a right answer. Furthermore, maybe it's because you think too much about me, even when you really don't want to feel me in your subconscious any longer, could be another cause…⟮…‽⟯ I can't stop wondering myself. However. No matter what you're looking for, or asking for, no matter what you want, the answer waits i...