Words Those Words that make me blush Those Comments that turn me to mush From A sentence that gives me chills From A thought that would thrill It's Something uttered that gets me high It's Remarks spoken to make me fly That's A language made of a million cultures That's Beautifully weaved you have structured Some Eloquent sounds formed by your lips Some Sensual movements slow like an eclipse Your Mouth gestures made by a remarkable mind Your Breathtaking vocals now have me inclined Suppose We take your acoustics and make a duet Suppose Afterwards we could both enjoy a cigarette ©Schizology

Schizology

White Even if I die, my words will love you from beyond... ©wild flower

wild flower

Words Those Words that make me blush Those Comments that turn me to mush From A sentence that gives me chills From A thought that would thrill It's Something uttered that gets me high It's Remarks spoken to make me fly That's A language made of a million cultures That's Beautifully weaved you have structured Some Eloquent sounds formed by your lips Some Sensual movements slow like an eclipse Your Mouth gestures made by a remarkable mind Your Breathtaking vocals now have me inclined Suppose We take your acoustics and make a duet Suppose Afterwards we could both enjoy a cigarette ©Schizology

Schizology

White Even if I die, my words will love you from beyond... ©wild flower

wild flower