London's Saccharinity

■𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬■

"In a night full of dreams; there's your heart cheering me, keeping my warmth; taking away the unclean."

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice; those are the ingredients to make a perfect little relationship, London is a great place for couples, to lock the heart of each other and own the faith from their minds—the place of saccharinity, smiles, and ambition.

Mutual Traces. [in collaboration with Deinaiah Morrigan.]

i find you through a fleeting glimpse of your eye; more than a weed that fell to the ground and was picked up, i was fascinated by your shape and couldn't figure out what you treasured. a blossoming flower and i appear to be optimizing. you stand out with your charming smiles and statements like "i am the only one who will be loved for the rest of my life," and no one else can define how much you mean to me. i adore you, love, and i will always be by your side.

i am always complacent because you are the direction that the lost heart seeks and wants to follow. you are the color of the sky blue, and your eyes tell you that you are the only one who can choose. my love, you are imperfectly perfect; i will be your love; and I will be your world forever.

The feeling is mutual.

two lonely souls collided, and shared the same secret, till their heart beats together followed by rhythm—let our beating hearts in this peaceful night.

since you entered my life, things have changed slightly—the days have become brighter, and I now laugh out loud.

when you're there to keep me warm, the nights are less lonely.

so, in the future, i pledge, we will always be one spirit. i'll offer you my heart for a tear in your eye, you sense my pulse and ignite my zeal.

The feeling is yet again mutual.

—Jeden, London's Saccharinity.

» 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜

[•]: lowercase intended.

Making Donuts.

how do you make donuts? a combination of your infinite loving and genuine care; you made a precious mixture within you to show. by your wisdom and strength, a persona you obtain so soft; a flour blended with yeast to make it firm, in shape.

a sweet beautiful lady you adore, a sugar to enhance it’s flavor; blanchness of taste is now totally gone. bake it with low heat fire, the heat of your love made it moist and tenderly ambrosial.

if you reflects donuts, you will be the sweetest for sure.

➛ the 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘁 that i want to taste is you.

like donuts, you're driving me crazy and high even though there's no drugs in the list of your recipes; i would love you to drive me at night too, o my sweet lady.

your body's sweet like glazed, shining like strawberries and as thick as a chocolate drizzle, i'm craving to have a lick—i can't wait to push my fingers inside that hole of yours and hold you as a i eat your flavorful bread, my donut.

i dipped the donut with milk, putting my creamy, thick and hot milk in it, and i can say this is the best donut i ever had.

➛ the 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘁 i tasted was you.

—Dwa, London's Saccharinity.

» 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚜

[•]: lowercase intended.

Tragically Beautiful.

a skin not as

white as snow,

light brownish

in color,

you are beautiful.

you are ravishing as perfume,

scented like flowers

expensive and daring.

lips not as

soft to kiss,

dry and pale,

you are gorgeous.

body not as

slim as you

wanted to,

you are voluptuous.

you are born beautiful,

thinking that you’re not

was the tragedy.

a tragedy

who's not born

intentionally

yet you are exquisite.

you were born

full of purity, genuinity,

even if the past's full of misery.

—Trzy, London's Saccharinity.

» 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕

[•]: lowercase intended.

Beating Hearts.

two lonely souls collided,

and shared the same secret,

till their heart beats together followed by rhythm,

let our beating hearts in this peaceful night.

+

❧as our hearts continued to joint, i can't

promise i'll be the best, but all i'm thinking

is you, looking at me in front of an altar,

❧wearing such a gorgeous dress.

+

those dishes you continued to serve,

made with love and exquisite herbs,

making our love stronger than any kind of spice,

from pimiento to simple garnish, completing the table line.

+

❧as the days went by, you and i are still in

the same window, watching our childs

play outside, cold and breezly night but

❧we're with each other.

+

watching those stars in skies,

from our window as we kiss,

looking into each other promising we'll be together,

for as long as you're my wife forever.

—Cztery, London's Saccharinity.

» 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

[•]: lowercase intended.

Endless Skies. [in collaboration with Kelsie Alison Auteur.]

skies are endless possibilities. a wide space; too plumb to explore. instances of life that a strong turned weak, and the weak turned strong; seems like an eagle who falls from the sky and made it’s bone to crack, and a small bird learned and made itself an eagle. do not despair, and behold.

step forward towards the endless skies,

may you be guided by the stars.

let your ethereal beauty upon you to show. may vibrant colors fill your heart and soul. spread your wings and fly high, for you’re a beauty of love, a masterpiece of hope, and an assemblance of faith. fly with those colorful rainbows and have a good start.

spread and reach the endless skies,

may your success follow your eyes.

see your assertive assimilate your enervation, a sky full of besotted hopes can predict our inner incitation;

motive such your blistering fervency;

like the bliss appeal by the sky, cogitate into alarum.

fly high in this endless skies, may you

find the missing piece of your desire.

—Pięć, London's Saccharinity.

» 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜

[•]: lowercase intended.

Solid Stronghold.

rock, bold, solid; a strong figure stood firmly. the rain and flood occures but it doesn't make it crack; no one can make it crack. who wonders? 'what's inside the stone?'. a gem as it seems, pure, bright, and untainted. you're a rock, a model of a well built statue; strong and can't be broken easily into pieces.

keep your glorifying strong presence. live life with mighty essence. withstand struggles with your sturdy boundaries. potent as you will always be.

rock, paper, scissors; a game we

are familiar. rock defeats one, the other

ones defeat rock, it is strong but not

indestructible, does it mean

something? i guess none.

a present from above, so hard but i adore because the mighty flies like a dove, you shield yourself, makes it hidden so those people who tries to forbid you, will be defeated.

rock, bold, solid; shines, clear, and moulded. those are the types of your heart, which one of them does my love belong to? is it clear because it's genuine and true? is it shiny because of those words that manipulates you? or maybe it is moulded, because you forgot about my existence.

in the end, does my words really makes

sense? or i'm just trying to be

consistent, because everything

changed, when your heart became a

solid, stronghold; i don't understand my

own point, because i'm confused.

i guess, too much love from the begining drained my heart, it turned yours to solid, you protected it like rock, and now. the saccharinity of my words turned blind, because everything in my mind became pointless.

too much sweetness of this album made my ending confused, made my heart jump over the edge of our cruise.

—Sześć, London's Saccharinity.

» 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍

[•]: lowercase intended.

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