Chloe

Clouds furl the sky, death brings no easy due, even when you die, who cares what’s fake, stuff burns around you, like wood in the grate, something deep inside, if it's not my perfume, makes you want to fly, forget barriers I raise, not to look a fool, try to stop your getaway, however much you lie, you must gift me too, act like a tide’s high, go on then remonstrate, it'll be the end of you, just go and sail away, be the last you do..