Aug 2018
Sharp thorns,
A small trickle of blood on
Delicate rose petals,
A thunderstorm to
Take away the memory
Of your lips
From two nights ago,
Your hand in mine
Let's run away
Before it all ends
A small trickle of blood on
Delicate rose petals,
A thunderstorm to
Take away the memory
Of your lips
From two nights ago,
Your hand in mine
Let's run away
Before it all ends
