Dog bless mes blessures

Bring me candies,
Just crush my heart.
Those little white candies,
They will make me cry
And crawl
With cranberry eyes
And coloured socks
Giving up skies
And asking you why.
Let me rhyme in English.
It is so much easier.
So much better to be blessed
Than être blessée.
Really? Seriously?
I'd rather lick mes blessures
Than being stuck in the blessing.

A bone spur in my
speech
Pink long-haired
bear
Citronella candle
Noise inside my
head
And there are light words,
beautiful songs
around my ears
How did you 
disappear?
Plastic in my
mouth
Noisy teeth
There is no doubt
The hurricane is
here.

silly rhythm, silly rhymes

eyes of different sizes.
noise and silence
make her smile,
at the same time,
at night, wondering why
it is what it is.
It happens every time!
So what was she thinking about?
Have all her hopes and dreams
gone away
with the pain?

So, what's the size of the sad sound?

So, so spoiled 40-year-old boy,
Big bright beautiful eyes,
Smooth gray hair
And sweet voice.
What's next?
Is it a kiss?
Or is it a hit
of my mouth on a lie?
Like a fist on a knife.
Once you said something about
the difference between our
sounds:
"other sounds, other beats, other pulses."
Pull your music building down
Because I love dissonance.
Suck it up!
And sway for the small sounds.
Say something about
The size of your
Arrogance.