I have never seen an apple more red than my heart when it bleeds the green grass and my jealousy meet my soul has been charcoal all ***** and black leaving a mess on everything when I look back and Love would be like gold if digging it didn't **** people stones our left over obsession from our work when the aliens made us possessions i don't go outside so I stay in the shadows Fawn lifted me out of my shallow
Another instalment in my series of failed Love attempts. That's quite an exaggeration here.