I'm the ocean. I'm the ocean!
And you are, a castaway...
I miss you like petals misses the stem.
Without you, I have no roots, no place to bloom...
In the kitchen, a bowl so dull
with an owl in a pole, the color of coal...
You tucked your feelings
in bed, and slept...
I thought the rain awash inside my heart,
But came a gushing cloud and I did not cry...
It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...
Even though you are not here, I can still feel you...
Villages echo with your presence. I feel your...
If you see her - a woman, walking towards you,
embrace her, hug her, kiss her; she's your...
Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
Under your bed, hides a memory...
a distant thought covered in dust...
No one ever felt this close...
I'll always be a shore...
It's fine
fine is the weather outside...