Not the salt.
The water hurts...
When destiny blinked,
you were nowhere in sight...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed...
You would repeat,
not going tears, for the...
And it was in, and
it is out, your crazy crush...
I stand in pristine
fire pit, fighting vampires...
Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches...
The merriment of summer has at last
Bequeathed its final spell upon my eyes...
How is it that leaves slip so easily?
What makes a tree want to let one go...
It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors...
You did not give,
what I asked for moksha...