SATURDAY FALL MORNING SUN (30/05/20 - 9:22~10:04)
Autumn falls.
Four nouns
Which comes last
This Is Always
Love for sale
That never gets
Out of my mind
Preparing my addictive fears
To stumble and fall
Over my Autumn
Prevents my auto love
From happening...
Forbidden tears
Chet, Billie and Cole
All said to
Let it all roll down
To comfort the prison
To satisfy the thirst.
70, 90 years later
Almost a century has gone
Past?
In a mind that only sits
For today.
For a today that never ends
Shamelessly.
Unprotectedly.
Drowning...
A trumpet and a bass
A whizzing whisper
Wet what tears can't reach
Bare soul
A wound that never starts
healing
The medicine
Can't be reached out
A prelude to the next tear...
Only one can become a hurricane.
Love for sale
Outlasts all further notices
Reinjuring the wound
Reinjuring the would
Reinjuring they would
Save what is left
What hasn't fallen
Yet
Along the eternal Autumn
That prepares the soul
For the next tear to come
To satisfy the quench.
I miss a piano
Where all tears are rolled.
But simple words will do
Where prohibitions can
Be faced towards
Where no protections
Ever ends.
Leaves, once green
Almost a century ago
Reminds of Autumn's eternal wind
Fall over my head
Love for sale where
No money is left
Bargain left to hookers.
Fall autumns.