Like watermelon it melt the frequent thoughts as soft as the bread molten like butter.

She was the one who asked the question and afraid of it aftermath.

If only you know how strong the shell of watermelon is the very covery of your heart guilded by the victory your circular strength.

Not strong enough more than mindful like a stage monumental protected specially for it hiring purposes so covered.

Maybe;

Deep to deep the thoughts grabs in within my mind my head grows so wax strong and heavy.

What should I do? Everything is pointing to the same directions like steer vehicle arming at it dispositions.

My attention is occupy fill with bravery, I'm holding fast till the end comes maybe I will or will not,

How do I handle this hurdle of fluncting cause it may change at the very esteem ends my hailler igniting the focusing I shall miss you.