POEM: 5,318

POEM: 5,318

Cold Atlantic May the depth of your ripples reflect what's behind our short sentences and giggles. let your winds blow towards him tell him I yearn for him...   Kiss his cheek.   Cruel Atlantic Your games, we see... you smile. you laugh. you tease. we hold our breath... you repeat.

POEM: Falsifier

POEM: Falsifier

Falsifier Moulding masks of infinite terrains evaporated clouds... Flawless face Meaningless pretty smiles hide soul-less laughs. Apathetic eyes. Anxious remarks. Manly beards and feminine hips Feminine beards and manly hips. Manly beards, and feminine hips Feminine beards and manly hips. Moulding masks fake infinite terrains evaporated clouds... And a fucking flawless face