small poems & small plates
MLDawn falls to those who look for italone and at a lossThey reach and scrub the rusty nightforbearance in their heartsSo it was the night we metApart from what we knewNice hot tarts! A nice hot tart for you?
ML
ReplyDeleteDawn falls to those who look for it
alone and at a loss
They reach and scrub the rusty night
forbearance in their hearts
So it was the night we met
Apart from what we knew
Nice hot tarts! A nice hot tart for you?