Grow petals in my palms
Feed up in berry rum
Your drunken little calls
Its my fault as is all
You blamed, I held on
But red strings don't hold for long
I drank your poison before dawn
But not before our summer song
YOU ARE READING
Alva's Cherry Season
PoesíaCherry season lacks the enthusiasm Alva seeks. : A short collection of poems loathing a change of season. All of my work is copyrighted. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE any of my work. I hope you enjoy.
