QUIET QUITTER
Quit your temperamental mask of lover;
Unseeen shells are returning to my sea,
It was not lost on me either, from where?
Every storm we drove on the highway?
That’s not the piece of man I solved.
Quietly washing your body with salt
Undoes your devotion turning into crudity?
In its carnage, carnations bloomed at our doorstep,
Tearing its roots will exit us on the backdoor.
To jump from the terrace, will sink us to the floor.
Even statues have transparent veil over their face,
Reading you made me a quiet quitter.
