Treasure Island

Simon Quperlier

(27/03/1994 / Mombasa Kenya)

I Love You Regardless


I heard your soulful cry, my queen of sad smiles, so I painted my Kingdom yellow, your favorite colour that siphon ecstasy from the channel that plug into heaven, I tried to imbibe harmony or rather sermon, you called it spreading the gospel, I tried to be your surgeon, fixing your repeatedly impaled heart under your broken ribcage, but you termed me amateurish, so I besought poetic justice, all these tears for you, and for what? I can only translate my feelings in writings, now you call it going Adelle, all in all you are a living documentation of beauty and its manifestations, and I love you.

Submitted: Saturday, June 08, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

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