Didn’t think of reblogging it until now, but I LOVE THIS ONE. 😀 I have my ‘Moon-oriented friend’ to thank for this one! :*
(Edit: My friend has renamed and revamped her blog. You can now read the original post here.)
I deny through my nose
No, I am vested in ‘clarified-acceptance’.
I’m so cute, do you want to marry me?
Drama in my springs, wig on my head, I’m not scared.
My classic move is an apologetic apology
I want to be a cerebral warrior saint.
I shall deny I deny
But will have clarity in the looming summer
Chatter to the ocean, frolicking with the waves
It be my bizarre trait
Benevolence I understand, soon after some nutritious flamboyant finger-pointing laughter.
Neurotically neurotic neuroscience and neon colours
Love is a chemical reactor.
I keep a moon-oriented friend that tells me too well
Beckons, summons and gesticulations.
I do delicious dancing with my hands while in speech
Making me radical points reach
Maybe your brain is gooby and you a pale twerp
I still encircle you in me squeezed jalebi squishes.
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