A Lie To Mishap Lie With.

A lie to mishap lie with.

A morn on the night seeps of red mud sickles.

Her marriage seeps a seed.

A sight of the wise.

A light of the world.

A might of the night and she was the courage of night.

A night sleep colloquium on her speed days.

Her collosal eye was the night of day.

Hers was a burn in the heart fire of his.

He.

She.

Sunidhi

A liar in the story.

A deep in the hunger.

A lover to annexe my soil.

A hope to love her whole.

A height to the war.

A war to the new setting, her.

A lone keeper and her faith principle.

Her.

Sunidhi

A love from my bed.

A loose from my shed.

An ear-rape till we become lovers.

Her mist is the blow I know.

I know of her still till we become.

Her lover can wait.

Her.

Her, world of vy dye in her mate.

Hers is the God of her becoming.

Her art of being.

Her height knew me no more.

Her poetry stills in my hiss.

A poet in the warp kingdom of my roses bed.

A lover exists in these reckoned spaces adorned in love.

Rage is reddish mud in her mouth in disguise.

A love mist in the wood lights of her idle.

A revolution from my bed.

Sing to solaces in his head.

High till she is scar and crimson tasting violet blood.

Sally can wait.

Don't look back in anger hums of him. He was there.

Her.

Sunidhi

City burns as he speaks.

A lie warps my mouth.

A loom in the speaking lenses of God.

A day that I promised him my hair length of trust in God.

He is the only exception.

His hum sounds like my humdrum laced like her.

A keeper or sadness leaper.

Sour teeth and mask ice cream.

A lover only exception.

He is a lover telling her sin not.

A tight to the leap.

A lie in the morning.

My whisper kinda bruised him.

You are the only exception.

You are. Her lisp kind of ached that day.

Works of Her. Liars of marred reality.

Her.

Sunidhi

I should be someone.

I should become a somebody, who will light me drastically towards me.

Her light and shed moon eyelets towards me.

Her cheap thrust in air becomes warp and soil.

Spill soil off my lips.

Carousel soul of slipped mouths.

Her eyes dart towards a hymn death poet.

Her lips garner lies and sudden bruises.

Her cruises side with buns in my shaw ink.

Her. I love your soul. I lie and peel skin off his lips.

We are the fire purified in the amavasya of her soul-body telling us to stay corrupt.

He rings and etches me like the moon and warps my body ring in a toss of air.

I am his.

His love is all mine to devour.

Him.

Her.

Sunidhi

A liar.

A great-home of leap dynamite.

Her eyes know one should.

A lover is great to the next idea.

How did I get here? To lover her to moon and her lover.

He was penchant craving of my dynasty.

He loved for no one could.

He was.

Her.

First love ink.

Her.

Sunidhi