kitchen window three-ten blues
she loves me, yeah. she loves you, too.
oh, what’s a boy to do? i ask you.
on the rooftop, mars. she deems
do cower. “please make it disappear.”
oh, what a to-do? i ask you.
appropriate words. now that’s what’s needed.
proper, appropriated, properly words.
kitchen window four-ten blues
i wonder. stretch a little, breathe.
raise the rooftop, mars appears.
she loves you. yeah. she loves me, too.
2 thoughts on “rooftop horizon”
There’s a good rhythm to this piece.
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Thank you for reading, Magarisa!