And so, they say I need to be
The balm, the calm, the whisper and the glee
For them to see…
The oceans blue, the sky aglow
My soul, my mind, my stomach and my love –
A fire, purely feverish delight,
Should burn and warm – so pure! Such might!
No, not a second of presumption,
No solo flight, no memories to prize –
Just burn, you little honey, bright!
And must I tell…I guess I should
You must, you must, my danger wood
Crush all your dreams and all regrets
No, nothing ever happens…yet.
At least you are on top, you see.
At least they know your name…you’ll be
or maybe not…You should not fret,
as long as you do not regret!
Thus, blood and guts, and insides melt
To build a prefect statue – Swell!
Oh, Bella! Let me! Let me see,
What’s wrong with you or wrong with me?
Are we divine? No problems, set.
I do believe I hear regret
And do believe I said –no, no…
I listen…joking, it’s a show.
You are so boring, please, shut up…
I’m tired, tired – pure, saint bluff!
And trust me, trust me
One will see
The sky, the ocean – I will be….
I’ll sing and sting, and dance, and play
Or so they say…or so they say…
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