And you rubbed on me, melted on me even
The lotion of the sun that rubbed off the skin of the planets cannot see the trickle of the eye that winks when you twinkle your eyes
But I would not wait, I would not see the wry of your wrinkles when you get to the phase because I am standing up high
I eye off this place
High off the notions of saying hi to strangers who are unaccompanied
But I’m the speaker of the truth of my emotions
I feel it, I wanna lay it bare,
Bare my actions as much as my thoughts
I know u can’t see, know you wanna understand
but you cannot and I try to but you cannot see what I cannot see trying
It’s just what I live
Believe or not as much as I try to believe you cannot step in my own category
The category of out of this place,
Getting jolly well out of the proportions of sanity
Sometimes it feels like an obscenity
You cannot enjoy the scenery if you cannot sight what I see
You blow the trumpet of the speakings of your desires into my ears
and I stir, I dance, act like a sire
I leave my code, I hang your coat I put it on, I give you mine, you glue it on.
I put my scarf around your neck
I put a spell on you to never remember my name because that is how I can save you
my love for you is a sacrifice of your admiration of me for a realization of yourself.
My love for you is death in myself.
SSS
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Dear Ipolita!!!!