There was a time when your lips were painted
bright red-
but this was not when you had painted
me goodbye in the car-park, and somehow
left me grey,
as your little red Volkswagen
rolled softly away.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
There was a time when your lips were painted
bright red-
but this was not when you had painted
me goodbye in the car-park, and somehow
left me grey,
as your little red Volkswagen
rolled softly away.
