I was sitting on the corner next to the window
I talked to her once
And she answered with « hello »..
She could fly
And i was able to follow
Love is not just a sudden word or halo
Going so high that it was almost all mallow
We could fall down
but i never thought it was something « Love » would allow..
They said Love is not something you can borrow
But i've always preferred the pale yellow..
My candies, my sweet candies!
I am not a foe!
Yes!
I went so high but with hope to never come back that low
Again,
I was walking along with my flaws
And Love!
She made me fly rather than just walk slow .
How bad of « Love » to let us simulate swallows ?
i mean birds fly but they like to try the feeling of their feet on the ground and so ..
« Love » and i still friends but we often don't glow ..
We still meet from time to time,
She still flies but i learnt not to follow..
Picture taken by me.
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