fall in deep


My love, — call 911, I’m in some trouble
for I’ve been fall in deep with you at once
and now I need to get infused intravenously
in my blue route with your polychromes

My love, — call 911, I’m in some trouble
In me are many deficits out of your colors
I’m kept in quarantine to not get bleached
I desperately need you. Help me get cured

My love, — call 911, I’m in some trouble
My soul is full of clouds and heavy rains
They sing the bluest blues as incantations
to make me be a slave of your soulfulness

My love, — call 911, I’m in some trouble
My eyes are full of sun, paralyzed by muses
Don’t let my dreams get lost in agony. In love
I’m pathologically a temporarily insane one
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

_BLOW_ │  Courrier Sud