Apr 2020
moody, chilly april nights.
months away from our favorite lights.
i put them out one at a time,
patiently i write these lines,
painful, I refuse to cry.
soul-searching for a better lie.
months away from our favorite lights.
i put them out one at a time,
patiently i write these lines,
painful, I refuse to cry.
soul-searching for a better lie.
