Yesterday's thoughts call thoughts of today. Together are hand in hand to succeed to go thru this fire, away from being stabilized yet for appearance, look like a dangerous game with yesterday in today for tomorrow's smile, mine and yours, both converted from words in fact, me to live like me, you to live like you.

you had put the longing's music in my soul, pairing it with discreet tones of your whispers to explore me gently in all my existence using subtlety and the tender sweetness  of your entity, you manipulated meticulously, like a pharmacist, my flower's essence patiently and friendly like a teacher, insisting on whatever subject, and like a perfumer, who keeps equilibrium on the playground love, you styled the answers so savagely you had set the longing's music in my soul paired with Do-Si-Do ingredients of the nightrider you are, the chef of my fantasies

some tagged me, — poetess... [shhh...] [like you, i smiled too] [trenchantly arrogant] [didn't correct 'em], i let their faux pas beliefs slip lento to my fingers, choosing to pen 'em with the words of my soul's language, having as proofreader the whispers of my emotions texts got molded in tints of my eyes' dialect, rhyming with a questioning laugh, deeply and artfully aimed ​by my spectral thoughts with crystalline sounds like some infant's sin my DNA, like the graphene, defined to me how to love... [to love you...] [to love stuff…], [which must be done as much as is necessary, gradually and sufficiently to not get injured] … some tagged me, — poetess... [shhh...], they felt my sweet escape at the rococo degree

he understood, — statement of own responsibility, it's been not what I'm looking for... so he took the fever of my body reading my mind skilled, he moved in my phone running in my palms following the line of my life with the art's attitude to become the geometry of my passion he learned to moisturize my lips murmuring incandescent with his degrees in my optical rotation using like a weapon, the kiss patiently, and timed innocently by our passion's chronometer, — love lavished us to equilibrium in a sublime echo with high notes

my eyes on you behind the stars are breathing time, intensifying the magic of our blue club composition, scattered by the beauty of the memories, on wings of the moon, at the apogee of a hypothetical world full of passion, and the endlessness of lovely fantasy where is no ceiling, or any other surface-level kind, for I rooted you in me a bunch of times and got it all

my dreams are produced with the happiness' voice lithographed in my soul with magnolia's perfume in unfathomable editions to excite your thoughts at the hour of my everyday with a fast and safe attitude exactly as google chrome or any other browsers brag, classic and not good at love yet free & humble addiction

the structure of reality, a mystery of each day, the right way doesn't exist for orange isn't a color just the perfume of her skin spread with his fingers for his mouth is occupied to complain about the silhouette of her lips, playful visitors kissing a some French 75 instead salut, welcome, let's go

the equalizer of our emotions is... — [it's You] configuring an unpredictable word in a fête to supply cadence to mood [it's Me] the pulse of two in any product of the imagination [it's us] the most efficient treasure... so sly so heyyy so to ask nothing [it's you & me] it's the demented answer of love like the rock phenomenon, like joy