I found a foreign love,
under the covers
of a scarlet moon,
she asked me how I was,
and I replied, good, you?
She then began to walk away.
And I was left,
and I felt sick
and ill
and desperate.
For I just want to be in love, not to worry of the morning light.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 11:46 PM UTC
I found a foreign love,
under the covers
of a scarlet moon,
she asked me how I was,
and I replied, good, you?
She then began to walk away.
And I was left,
and I felt sick
and ill
and desperate.
For I just want to be in love, not to worry of the morning light.