check it out
rough noises in my head,
stirs restlessness in your soul;
i spy on you… you're fine.
πΌπΌπΌ
(check it out)², —
each day's moment
seems to be like
a comic illustration
personalized
through thoughts;
thoughts attached
to at least
a mesmerizing song,
exactly as
the love's mood
accepts its own ego;
own ego has
evil ideas that wants
to be amused without
justifying itself
to no one
but on contrary;
contrary to one
it'll be another
who's fully exposed
and terrified by
the fire of stress
in an amnesic way;