Just one
serving of
You.
I’m the dish
Flavored till complete.
Glass lips break, into
Cotton candy.
Grapes…
Lipstick those
falling shards onto
my cheek bone.
Formed A
Cutting-edge kiss.
You almost fell…
like some priceless
China plate before
I caught You.
No matter what
The risk.
I’d never
Let you ever.
A finished cuisine,
Ever hit The floor till.
Shattering.
There is no Remake
As remarkable.
Your Ivory
Sculpture.
So neatly
fine.
Looks like a
Hieroglyphs in
Lines.
Drift-tastic.
My micro endorphins
Open up like.
The sun…
Peaking through the.
After storm clouds.
This was no dream,
That your features
Were close up.
Smiled!
At the flawless
Voodoo.
I’m under
The spell of your eyes.
Oh Lord!
You put a
Spell on me!
You speak Like its
written in old English
Cursive.
Like re-watching
You in a short black and White documentary.
I comatosed into
Nostalgia…
In front of a
mirror…
In What seemed to be
An elevator….
A star, bound
To the ocean.
Into the third eye,
Left wet finger
Prints on me.
I was browsing entirely,
I became quiet.
I wish I was that
Mirror.
A phenomenon
Of beauty.
to fucking
exquisite…
I can’t fucking forget it!
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 
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