"In my down time I bought some clouded minds
Cloud nine polishing unrefined writing
Sounds to make her crown shine
Halos covered by plain clothes
Rainbows, a narrow mind
Colourful wording still can’t get my restrained flows
Out of a bind
How can we find each other if it wasn’t for her love?
For nothing other than hovering above her on potential, a celestial being
Swooping down and sitting on my shoulder
Whispering sweet somethings in my ear
Her voice is a perfectly constructed wind instrument
That brings instant incidents of plucked heart strings
And in sync like it’s instinct
Her favourite colour isn’t pink
It’s linked to the things I think are relative to livelihood and growth
From the land-locked Heaven he rocks to the Ivory Coast
Her eyes are the most clear substance with
Substance even if unrinsed and if they opened more
I know for sure I could see the ocean floor
I plunge into her head and occupy thoughts
Until her mind warps but I’m lost
And she know this, it’s hopeless
Just fly off"
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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