To catch this blue

The sky is high.
Don't try to cry.
Not yours, not mine -
It kills the lie.
Let's rule by rule this all endure
As plain allure this way be blue.

Though hash or glue - it's up to you.
You see this queue still hides the view.
Artistic mix starts getting due.
My love is pure to adore velure!
Your soul is poor after bound tour
Come on my nu is it fake or sue
we tend to cure getting space for tune.

My love seems true integrating crew.
Your road to rue is a part of stew.
If we had spoon for a feild to tune
i would feel good to include prelude
sometimes occured doesn't impact mood
these tributes suit
who knew they should

...and
the point is that from drug to feeling
we waste too much for that blue provide
got used to splitting all hot from chilly
you really start disbelieving sight
it was an example but being completely full
in simple expressions when somebody needs above
i always advise to forget this confusing stuff
oh love
no rules no fame
how came??????????