Thy little eternity
awaits you a few more breaths,
and a few more sunsets
before it gets dark.
Olive—

In the light of thy moon eyes,
thy heart screamed the depths of oceans,
while your tongue turned to stone,
bleeding words.
Olive—

Say, that you don't need
just sunlight and water because
you're more than a sunflower.
Olive—

You were like that kid,
afraid of the dark but still living,
sneaking, and hiding there
until caught by your lovely little lies.
Olive—

And like a bird,
I perched on the branch of a tree;
calling it home,
when I had nothing
to build home with.
Then, I flew into the air,
believing I'd fly forever.
Olive—

Her thoughts are like a hurricane,
lifting her from the ground of sanity
and tossing her among the rubble of darkness.
Olive—

You are on the way
to drowning in the abyss
this world is going to offer you.
Olive —

And we dreamt
until our eyes
became sore from slumber.
Olive—