Realigning

What love is

Talcum, a spell, a little breeze and crashing thoughts,
Malcolm, an ex, matching sins and the trashing thoughts

Fastidiousness, broken things seeking broken fix
Madness, the craze, the need to ease off splashing thoughts

Love is a dose towards blindness, a fog for highs
Yes, a trampoline to bounce off the stashing thoughts

Yet, a necessity for the world we live in
Our heart and our blood, a storage for caching thoughts

LARDO