First I drank insecticide. A little more each day. Followed by dirty and sugary food. Grown where the light was gray. . Later my thoughts were small and sharp.
You so much feel for the one you love. Not knowing when is somewhere bound. Caught in the seaming seeing of your beauty form. . She is not an unknown emotion.
With a turn of phase I'm a symphony. A sacrifice like a flame. To a breeze with heated lip bound up to adore. And like Oliver do you want a little more?.