I'll try and express this in a sentence...
See, this is in present tense and not in penitence...
It's no death sentence...
Because forever I see myself in your presence...
Now, what we have, others consider it love..
You and I DON'T really consider such... Well, kind of...
It's more like... An escapade of continuous non-stop grenades that blow outrageous shades of cascades...
Where, words like 'love' are a degrade of what has decayed of what should be a parade...
A... parade of, you and I where we introduce an excuse to truce our elated abusive emotions...
See, I'm not a glossary where I occupy terminology that contains silly words that show authority
I'm, more of an encyclopedia that disposes illogical words that intend priority
I'm what we call a poetess that lies 'cause this is no sentence...
For I cannot express affection in a sentence...
I unbottle my emotions before this glass breaks, so we can partake in this lovely ache in my heart...
Yes, they call it love, affection, adoration, infatuation...
But in fact, it should be blue and sea...
Where we open our eyes and examine something true that's a lifetime guarantee...
A long queue to get in front and own the key that contains hearts...
Not three, but two...
Hearts that are ours.. You and me...
>>Arrggg fuck! I'll finish this later<<
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