Apr 2016
Our lips make music
softer than the rustle of leaves.
It's almost autumn,
and I'm still waiting
for when you actually
tune me.
softer than the rustle of leaves.
It's almost autumn,
and I'm still waiting
for when you actually
tune me.
He didn't kiss me.
We didn't make any music.
Just stared at each other in silence.
We didn't make any music.
Just stared at each other in silence.
