Boneflower Sunsets In The Backyard
I buried sunsets in the backyard. The tide destroys the anchors, soon they're passing away. It brings relief to lose you in my sleep but when I wake up you're the captain, let me go now. I burnt the polaroids, smelt the essence, remembered your voice. (Oh! Your eyes and your voice!) And ever since you felt the disease you stopped smiling at me and you thought of the grave. I miss you
