miss you

I threw myself in the bottom of my stomach
to catch butterflies with the color of your eyes

I’ve been waiting on you in a visual aid sonnet
with an intense pretext of my emotions in yours

There’s no interlude. Desires have the potency
to reconnect me to the passion sound’s sparks
to not miss you
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Carla Bruni ♪

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