Maybe, in a boulevard of mind's musing And a disgruntled man This battered throb is a utopia That is ever for the ample loved For the enough affirms and all that matches
The flesh of scarcely, it liberates something like; A melody of lover's sigh A language only true hearts speak. A voyage where emotions navigate.
How my thoughts always reign The upsides wane Below its pith, to its veins Like wilted-beat of rhythms or a fainted bloke That searching for his sane
And every little thing I had felt blooming within I ought luminously, beyond.