Dec 2024
When I owned the moon,
love songs made me swoon,
and birds rejoiced in magic,
but I dropped the ball,
a fumbl-
ing
fall.
Now all they sing is tragic.
love songs made me swoon,
and birds rejoiced in magic,
but I dropped the ball,
a fumbl-
ing
fall.
Now all they sing is tragic.
Reworked heartache from youth's journal
