Violets of Violet colour reminiscing in the livelihood of the day,  impossible to appear astrayed from each other as they live and grow,  they may.

Each pigment of nature abandons each other at a time,
times which past but years go by.

With water and rays they might Persist In growing,
blindly they dying in their infertile habitat without knowing

im glad, no im sad
Im missing you badly
Almost like a Bradley when he's not home but that's still happy
Because mostly he's underwater with his thoughts in abyss.
With my mind full of bliss I sit and I just
Conjure things,  ponder things
Summon, yes  im conjuring
Rotten feels like cotton in the fire
While it's burning..it's my feelings.
It's what I feel when I sit beside the jetty..or the beach.

Sometimes you just can't love the streets
In London at midnight
You just have to stay happy with what you keep
Because what you withhold is generally what you tend to be
A Reincarnation of the sea

Because of height and momentum Because of height and momentum
Makes the world a little dim
Makes it cold before it spins
Because of height and momentum And a little bit of gin
Makes you dim before you win
Floral soul Bleeding in him

As soft as the snow had felt
As cold as the depths of hell
Be her soul bound to a honeycomb
For all to see

With lips of silk and soul of milk
A deity she'd yet to retrieve

Surrounded by ones Shallower than the Iris of an eye
used to see the Iris of her innermost deepest disguise

The slowest speed is incomparable to the frequencies of her mind
Which flows like water gently inside

A part of her is a whole of you and even more from where it resides
Her charismatic flaws and rates of mysteries still coincide