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

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—

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

Give me some of your favourite words
I’ll write you a poem and tag you!

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