Poetry || You came...
You came...
Yyou came and the moon seem as blue cheese, and when you intervene in my day my wings fly higher and I get high with all the sorroundings,..
You came and I order the letters of my soup with your name,
You are here and the words are fluent, but they stumble upon with my heart to create a new language I can only understand.
You came and the monsters in my head says: “aw” , while they are knitting star-webs, you came and I don´t want to wake up from this different dream, you came and I don´t need weed to get high and get a balloon to fly away outside the matrix.
You came and the agony is dyed purple and you make me want to open the courtains of my eyes and the windows of my heart.
You came and the word Imposible shows me it secrets ( Is Possible )
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