An Absolute Devour Of A Poet. Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong, How It Feels:

An absolute devour of a poet. Someday I'll love Ocean Vuong, how it feels:

Like red. Like acceptance. Like the hide above liars and nape cutters alike. Her sadness mixed with an ocean of Vuong. And her side tastes like jovial life bathing. A lie is that this poem ever lones my heart and quips and renders it useless. A thing I know of nights with Ocean in it is the same love his mother doomed. His life sweeps and his mother forgets. My many versions love my father. He seeps. My father. Oh to be Ocean.

how it feels knowing that loneliness is still time spent with the world

A lie in war-somehow.

A man to doddle war with.

A lie in the business of God.

A thing we like of heaven.

Hers is an impending love.

A love of skilled milk.

A sight of her criminally attractive face.

A foam of her work knows now.

A lie we should eat by now.

A hope we should think lie of.

A lover we should die somehow.

A love we should die right now.

Die to love to death succumbs.

Her.

Sunidhi

A world of knower.

A vibe setter.

A high lover.

A moon lover.

Her.

Sunidhi

A height with.

A deep night with.

A snare to collide with.

A hiss to height at.

A snatch to heal with.

A height to become numerous widths of.

A height not near neat of.

A whom we love.

A lover not gun.

Her lies to shy dye me with.

Sunidhi

Scars taint our heart.

She cheated on her test lover.

Eyes of world know none.

A gleam of eye, actor scar.

Want to char.

Judge my lone.

Be ready for love.

A love to home to her best residue.

Her lover none.

Soon enough, we'll hue.

We'll die.

Her.

Sunidhi

She laughs like life is beating out of her.