I couldn’t keep my grip
I slipped...
Consumed by your spirit
i am stuck in a winter tomb...
Our secret remained hidden for so long
But everything ruined when humans came along...
The anguished woman
pushed and...
Dried,
and crushed into rage...
It's this time of the day
that my spirited soul...
People seldom return
Seasons never cease to leave...
we cross the meadow, astonished
in part by the beauty of it. the river...
I helped you cross to the other side,
where everyone said the grass was brighter...
they won't ask if you're not presenting
a closed art gallery...
sometimes i think there’s a palace tucked away
between your lips; a house of hummingbirds...
I'm selfish
when it comes to you...