@Chamomile 6 September 2020 more from that month

Your Guardian Angel

Smile like chopped onions transporting hurricane of tears. World turned into a tower of ice burg muddling my spirit. In the deepest calmness of the sea screamed ‘twas me. Seasons as beads slipping off a string, Crackling sea waves holding blades of splendor. Stars dropping shattered pieces of chandelier for us, Days like mire of Gehenna with a single arrow of night. Use my wings of freedom and dance in the ocean sky. Tweak my red strings and burst out into fireworks. Though my whole sky splatters gray. **Won’t let you dispersed into rivers of Aconite.** **Would stand up with you ‘til the last sunset.**