A Love So Soft.
A love so soft.
How you know what is better?
A lover gone right to her heart strings.
Paris lights and French boys livin' with.
Kiss me, concur a moon of the night.
Kill to kiss me, under the swept tiaras.
A queen knew none but rule.
A lover heights and purple ventricles singing to her red-blue artery.
Face, love.
I am a new world of women where she is.
Her.
Sunidhi
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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 in my head.
A God in the war.
A war in the leap lones of God.
Her war is a sudden flower.
A light is a coming deep.
A war is her story living carcass.
Hers is not her feet but love. Her.
Sunidhi
Living for the heights and sit downs.
A world for the week and might for the loop.
Her lies tell me war-cry girls know no home.
A lover of deep holes and a mist of courageous tells, were we?
A lover is night. Night is her.
Tell me she is high high and tell me she sparks a frozen moon to dying. 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
A liar is he.
A God is he.
A might is he.
Leaves like earth barren soil hitting the ocean.
Loves like lotus blooming in her mud ink flowers.
Her lies are the more, lies to telling her hawk goodbye.
Hers is a sparse reflection of him.
Hers is a God loving her human story.
Her.
Sunidhi