Sweet Fruit

I tripped upon a dream rock inside motor head stepped upon the perfect stare while i ran fall out to take the blame and ate the fruit against the night -- to be fructose inside my veins i don't like how you see me any more i don't like how you say you love me i love no less and what is more i love less then if love is a reason to become winter we will walk a winter's night in day and hail flowers that grow where our sighs are dry oh well oh well oh oh did our love then, in spring be green and healthy? It's fairly simple as you know. i trust it as our autumn will be dark and desperate, but if our summer is warm we do love in spring, and our autumn loves in summer like a bullet for all bullets metaphorically god directs our well-fed flowers of autumn i'm falling ah oh right falling it comes to a final spring my love and yours i've been think and writing too much seeing seeds that are ripe and the ripening fruit now are mine to pluck and your sweetness is perfect scented nature trembling in joy that has soon lost the raw innocence of spring. We race by light leaving trails of sweet-scented jasmine that smiles for all romantic lovers. :: 07.07.2022 ::