Tasting the God's art in my taste buds Locking my cones and the rods In the lands of heaven Imagining the candy huddles, The arches and the cones. Loosing my olfactory, after I inhaled the fragrance, The way heaven textured on me I found my crazy factor. Hear hearing French dialect No words but sound matters The strange rhythm took place Making long sentences of OP Without full stop.
What everyone else does to me except you, I did the same to you... As I give them a chance, You gave me... Like them in the end, I proved, I don't deserve you...