All the fixation of a fictional mind
Seen as the scene playing on my pride
Makes of a fool, full on their stomach butterflies
Caught by love, in nets of its scent passing by
Buy into dreams; if to only afford imagination
Thinking of those you love and to lose concentration
Concerns of connecting factors, factoring in time
A factory of my heart, trying to work out how you'll be mine
Mind were you dig in my many deep thoughts
Thwarting me—I am a haunting manifesto of public courts
Courtship of an engaging conversation I'd always keep
Lost are words to a chest's heart; of love being the key
Keen on the grin, grinding a motive to work up a nerve
Nervous, shy man—can't speak up on public's street curve
And so bent out of shape, to express this final say
That despite of upbringing, we're up to falling in love some day
Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 2:01 PM UTC
All the fixation of a fictional mind
Seen as the scene playing on my pride
Makes of a fool, full on their stomach butterflies
Caught by love, in nets of its scent passing by
Buy into dreams; if to only afford imagination
Thinking of those you love and to lose concentration
Concerns of connecting factors, factoring in time
A factory of my heart, trying to work out how you'll be mine
Mind were you dig in my many deep thoughts
Thwarting me—I am a haunting manifesto of public courts
Courtship of an engaging conversation I'd always keep
Lost are words to a chest's heart; of love being the key
Keen on the grin, grinding a motive to work up a nerve
Nervous, shy man—can't speak up on public's street curve
And so bent out of shape, to express this final say
That despite of upbringing, we're up to falling in love some day
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