Apr 2020
The sudden fall, like
a dropped apple, you
look hurt and wise.
My summer pain will
steal the yellow streak
in the ash of lips.
As if the time has
come to say goodbye to
the scarlet moon.
a dropped apple, you
look hurt and wise.
My summer pain will
steal the yellow streak
in the ash of lips.
As if the time has
come to say goodbye to
the scarlet moon.
