Imagine a Deflating Balloon...
with me holding
a three hundred mile long string
yr humbly smiling, dopey baffoon...
I miss you, dear Kinshala
and ache to hear yr sweet voice
just to spend an afternoon with you
over lottery winning would be my choice,
for You are what I want
above all of that Stuff...
cause Everything will just fall into place
once we are together - Nothing will be too rough...
so I ache and burn, and pain, and pine
away hours and days and breath what is mine
I shivver, I'm a forgivver = I appreciate Air
mostly for knowing that Kinshala is There
don't make me explain
for I can't = it's too plain
as the smile my face has inherited,
when thoughts of You come
I just grin like I'm dumb
and act like I'm liquidly spirited....
So my Kinshala Blue
I will keep asking you
to help me be patient at best,
with heart in a cast
these memories will last
till the final question is put to the test....
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