Last time you saw me You were looking at me Like I was an egg. Green grass and leaves Were covering Were covering your neck. Teardrops were biting Were biting hard Were biting hard your face. It’s cruel cloud I’ve imagined And here we gonna dance.
And you are so far And your mouth is not mine.
Utterly destroying It’s happening It’s happening so fast. Angel wings are spoilt And the end is crushed. Left for me – just morning And gathering Just gathering the splits. Never never boring But not mine Bot not mine – just greeds.