Summer always spelled out secrets;
I almost suffocated, convinced that I must...

Your aura lights the black bottom of the ocean,
fills the hungriest hearts, reflects the beauty...

I'm tired of people calling me "sad",
using it as an excuse to get too close...

Abreast her warm lips
there is a leaf relapsing...

Huff & release
the season tactic...

When did your stare become unconcerned, eyes hazy,
all the times I would make the commitment to do...

You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...

The crescent moon hides,
Black shadows slyly creep up...

It's simply nerves you say...
but there's still three more summers...

When I contemplate
morning's praise...

I often wished for
more of your silence...

Blissful afternoons,
Transform to tedious tasks...