Farewell my need is malnourished.
I am a tourist and not the surest.
So far away and I lust in my heart.
So the distance is tearing me apart.
I need not to think such things maybe.
But the world has been ending lately.
I love your little nuances in words.
But grasp of what you want is absurd.
My heart and my soul need nourished.
To starve my skin I ask do I endure this?
Your sentences my eyes read daily.
You’ve been materialistic too here lately.
To rescue me I need a little push
from the burn of some kind kush.
I fade away for reality exchanged
words but not to pacify kills all sane.