#tourtous
not by day
in the time of dream
your blue mist
those clouds you wear
that red of your lips
i had forgiven you
left you behind
but you talked
just like a little fish
fish on ground
fish by air
Not so close to me
not even desireable
my solitude drifts away
dragging my own self
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC