the irony of fate is dipped in memories; hereditary pains are felt deeply in time; so many similarities, and yet different; relatedness transpires out of one being, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent] the tear from an eye is a quintessence; the tear from the other eye, it's voodoo; the sighs are the utmost uttered feelings of each molecule running with the truth, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent] each second is watching for any gesture; the location respires the entire decor; the thoughts travel through pictograms drew by the vapor of some mixed savors, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent]

if my words are too difficult for you to understand, it's cos the sun of my nights shines brighter than yours and the scent of my smile has costumes the days if you got auditory hallucinations, it happens because leaves' rustle and flowers got the name of my joy, and  their music, in a snazzy dialect, plays chic in my realm masterminded and so naturally actioned in everything, choreography and orchestration are freestyle, as I am, expertly folding the ambient noise of whatever moves thereby, it's no wonder as you to feel me untouchable, for wherever you gaze, the view is painted by my soul, and each step you do has the gentleness of my pulse charming, I live life, [one which I wish you to feel it too]

my blood is kerosene with din, my soul screams out for love the longing twined up my liver, spleen got curled into my ribs your scent walks thru my veins maddening my navel, inciting it, my shadow, dehydrated, howls as my eyes and lips feel so too even the hope, frankly, it hums to me, [your mood is my mood]

hauntingly, a pen's romance hums along of a moment, (expected and unexpected) its ink is your air like perfume of my smile smoothly abandoned on the skin of your eyes all senses are anesthetized, just to fall asleep in your mind with the one you love time shows a dream, aroused to get barricaded in a fated cosmic love... (because) everything's written in a multiverse of a celestial body with a metabolic uniqueness this has the sin's savor, and sin has love's savor and love's savor is abstract, (asks to be lived)

your butterflies lie nested in my whispers …but those whispers are like a satiny feline …with faultless grace scratch you and bite you attack the immune system of your hopes make you drink potions fermented tactically in the cup of love written by the eyes who love you […by the eyes you love]

it's cold in one's soul (in its northern side), it's a tough blizzard a predictable hunch clouded its eyes' sky, and frost, deafened it if it tries to say some, its words… get frozen whispered a snowdrop, on bloodbath of March