As long as my heart
begins to speak,
so long as my mind
starts offevolved
navigating.
There's a
language inside
that bubbles,
bursts in fire,
- yeah, my burning desire.
My soul floats
in the sea of clouds
that my eyes
distends to check
thousand of words
racing up in my pen
to write on my sheet.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
As long as my heart
begins to speak,
so long as my mind
starts offevolved
navigating.
There's a
language inside
that bubbles,
bursts in fire,
- yeah, my burning desire.
My soul floats
in the sea of clouds
that my eyes
distends to check
thousand of words
racing up in my pen
to write on my sheet.
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