the world was a blaring red
the hue my cheeks used to bare
now i linger, crushed
in the standing crowd
afraid of getting home
knowing that it's void
—of love.
—of you.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
the world was a blaring red
the hue my cheeks used to bare
now i linger, crushed
in the standing crowd
afraid of getting home
knowing that it's void
—of love.
—of you.
