Feb 24
We fell in love
for our ****
anger and dove
hope better luck.
Naked in fields
of summer gold
thunder builds
clouds get bold.
Lightning strikes
nothing but ash
left of love's likes
left in the trash.
for our ****
anger and dove
hope better luck.
Naked in fields
of summer gold
thunder builds
clouds get bold.
Lightning strikes
nothing but ash
left of love's likes
left in the trash.
