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.