By Arcassin Burnham

Positive intake,
Follows you down to the lake,
Wise crack on a clean slate,
This happiness you can't take,
Smoke in the air , full of blaze,
Olive green eyes to the face,
Like the devil's incline to this phase,
Flame will reflect just in case,
The dark of the Moon and the the light of the sun
Has chosen it's prophet declaring that times will
Be a lot warmer because of this beauty that I am
Experiencing has me so sprung that the roses will
Blossom with ease along with the grass and the trees,
Which is just how much you mean to me,
This is dedicated to all the lovely green eyed females
That has no other choice than but to be absolutely
Nothing but attractive,
That don't get enough credit for being who they are
Which are angels of this realm,
Surely you can tell,
The Infatuations active.


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It sounded like nightcore on the edge
Of a cliff looking to the night sky with
a hearted sleeve,
It felt like love on a Sunday afternoon
Like all the others sacrificing all your
Fears and dreams,
It smelled like the silver crust on a piece of
Chewing gum just making popping
Noises from the same scheme,
It looked as bright as day when it
Shines that all you see is all that you
Can truly believe,

You made it seem like those senses didn't
Matter creating melodies dedicated to all
Your enemies,
Are you hearing me?
I noticed it all love.