Perish the world, he’s scaring the girl,
She is warm hearted when she grows,
A beauty obsession alludes the thought to attach; beauty’s possession reflects what she already has, it’s clearly neglection serving as an obstacle which it is Optic Optimum, she tends to know...

My love, why do you concern yourself with material and disaster?
Is my existence not enough to excite/evoke an ******* chapter?
I look at you like I look at me;
Heavy hearted tendencies; unintentionally,
Resentment will never see the light of day, it doesn’t exist in me;
Words can not represent me,
I’m neither here nor there, I’m currently/representing a common denominator; a piece of the math that equates to half of a problem that graphs a three dimensional shape expressing light, consciousness; you and me...

I ask time after time,
Can we focus on mind,
Can we be aware of the experience before involuntary actions lead to the terms myself and find;
Moments in which we intelligently convince ourselves we’re contrary to being fine,
Stupidity exposed when we shut our eyes to say we’re blind...

What is life if all leave?
If all stay, what is mine?

Where is the world?
“The women had grew...”
We’ll call it nothing short of paradise; a reflection of something new that has been known that transcended the seeds left behind;
Perish defined...