i'd never thought it would be possible
someone like you
the color of cherries fill the room
when you walk in
the music does not stop
it changes
to the worst part of my favorite song
you are the reason the
red wine walls are at a loss of color
but i can't be impassioned
you are the one who painted them
you may bend the law
but your reconciliation is thriving
like a cherry you hold
something inside
but i,
i will swallow you whole