counting slowly like a preschool baby boy
one two three four five mom I can’t continue
all hands clapped for encourage, so I wish this state was to be as such
for each day it’s like everyone throw the biggest coal over
not to prove a point but to stamp the forever existed theories.
*nothing shall never end*everyone claimed even the so called
life approves as such to all states of appearing estates,
but I:us shall disapprove the existence of existence of lengthened history.
painful, despiteful as this stupid game is placed in cast.
for reality are lines of the beliefs of all the afore-exinct survivors
you are my tatoo, not just any tatoo but a tatoo in heart
irremovable tatoo for the designer were your footprints.
cursed streams over the churches shall fall as blessings
over such the lining between us, the tatoo is you, the tatoo is your life
made by your lips, your curve, your heart damn your love curse me deep
with attachment aligned by ligaments of nature, transmitted by blood.
for you are virus in blood, my bacteria in organs,
my forever stain of vivids, sort of strains cover the falling
of us as we settle together like matters of love on the radio.
I your strings in a guitar, beats in a piano, melody in a ballad
yes my fear, my sphere touches me in between senses of us together.
As the valves cover down the mission of all visions as you are the vein
In my heart, you are the reason why blood surpasses from above to down.
I peel of my triangles of lust to the last site of my view,
Blindfold my eyes with your beauty; stain my mind with your love.
As time fell for me to live for a spare time, it shall be for you
Just for you to have the breakfast in bed, shower in blankets
For this is designed by us: me and the footprint.
Glow my wishing with gloom of all the rivers
Blossom my life with hope not for a certain time, make it fountanious
bond to me cations to anion, mountain of fame in life....
#to be continued#