Olivia

Look at you now, dwindled like a fire, between broken stones, is it in your creed, to waste all desire, experience no beat, in garments sewn, by another liar, who would ever know, incense crests the sea, waves dance brighter, this time for real, they'll cast your bones, using love as a tyre, heading for no home, at rest by the trees, you suddenly enquire, release from all this, the brilliant ozone, is a cedarwood pyre, Summer ebbs your toes, yr tearful expire.