The Paranoia, paranoia seemed as if we were experiencing an ecstasy.
Righteous truth developed from our own  blossomed *fantasy.
Unknowing our world of fantasies had begun alluring exaggerations
The affectionate effects of  love left us the misery of hoping;
Honest in her opinion she replies 'thanks' for *my confession.

She surrounds my terrain, and I feel as if I am her centre.
She speaks to me like no-one else, and we have our own type of banter;
Her friends say, you two should confess for how you are made for each other,
Whilst my friends are on mainstream to agree with reference to being a chanter

She speaks in a manner so delicate, it would be fatally fragile to oppose.
I speak in a manner to appear without a thought to her, but it still flows;
We always walk home together to discuss our highs and lows,
We are two different types of people, she is full of hellos and I stand froze
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We spoke of interracial relationships with our races used for examples,
and she asks would you ever be with me (knowing how our race never have mixed- brown and black with specific religions)
Was this a joke or a serious question?

I had no answer, but what I did say to conclude was, *"You must taste the core/centre of a person to realize, but never jump to conclusions with the flesh or the skin."

Any song can sound sweet,
if you tune your tone appropriately,
and add a lyric,
with a melody
and I have seen where there is a life,
there is a song
but some songs are not only a love song
that notion was a loop, intense, black and blue passionate song
was not romantic

She was a sad song
and I thought I would know how to make it better
like if I could be the only to love her again,
I believed that everything would fall into a melodious love song
but  I lost a few lines of lyrics
and there was bit melody missing that I couldn't find
and I saw too many scratches on the disc
I couldn't let myself be made no longer
trying to fix her entirety.
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@Musfiq us shaleheen