I could write ballads of love
Fake as the silicone fillings of the next word,
Beautiful as glistening eyes that never met
But if I forget the words by morning,
Sentences never put to paper, forgotten and forlorn
Would I even care?
Most likely not
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
I could write ballads of love
Fake as the silicone fillings of the next word,
Beautiful as glistening eyes that never met
But if I forget the words by morning,
Sentences never put to paper, forgotten and forlorn
Would I even care?
Most likely not
