xxx. WHEN WILL I STOP LOOKING FOR YOU IN EVERYTHING?
blood orange sunrises
leave bare branches the tint
of cherry red,
a color that matches your lips
and the anger in your voice
all too well
for me to forget.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poetryxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
