This afternoon,
of soft spoken secrets.
This afternoon,
Of arms and tracing,
Stone white symmetry.
Small laughs,
under the quiet summer rain.
Burns a flame,
In my gut.
A Hopeless chorus,
bereft of prayers.
Shoot me down,
I come in peace.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
