Clashes
Clashes
then some lashes
then
more clashes
and more clashes

I love to lick you
not to pick roses
does it mean that I love more ?

Selected
I was
smiled and gone to my road
The sun was setting

Terrifying
the life was
and denying
I treated
I was there
no land was clear
roses in blossom
suns shining
moonshines
I was there
undeniable
and treated perfectly