You pulled up unexpectedlyIn that yellow convertible,The reflection off the side mirrorBlinded me,As I dared a sideward…
Look at where we areBroken and far apart,No more sweet talkNo more walks in the park,The coldness of NovemberDrowning these glowing…
SometimesThis feeling of lonelinessKeeps me awake,I watch the hands go round;And I realize,Nothing is permanent,Like petals in…