He was my peach
My plum
My one true love
He jerks away his shoulder from my resting head
He's cold
Like his open window in November
The wind blows through me
He indulges my cherry heart
With sweet nothings tainted
And turns around to slap my hand
Remind me
How ugly I truly am
My peach
My plum
My one true love
The smell of mandarin lingers in the hallway
His smile comes to caress my cheek
It hurts my head
His Gemini spirit
Taunts me
This unavailable heart of mine
That's his