Oat Hill
I guess that’s intentional
You being this on
Showing me
And forgetting
And perfectly too
In standing from retrieving only to see you
Before and after
Seeing that I’m just a colour
That of me looking
It brings it out of my skin
Some transparency
I want to be like the people who aren’t you
If they don’t have names
Like your colours
It’s -20
I’ll name them
At Oat Hill
Why is it so bright
I could hear it where I was
Your hatred of decline
To those attempting self-revenge
Good luck
Because the warmest warmths
Propose a cold arm
That they don’t tell you
Bringing us fragrances
That they don’t tell you
When they bring bad fragrance
To get wet and eat eggs
I’m having experienced you
Why do that
For Oat Hill
It’s New Year’s Day
And it’s hilarious
The existence of the kind of person
With a favourite sweater
Are you scared of me
With a dog blocking the light
I withstood your decline
I couldn’t withstand your hatred of decline
Is there a difference
When this can be an addition
To a New Year’s Eve