April 2020

I try to hide it but, My world crumbles when you not close, A prisoner of your love, We should be together but we’re not,

I lost my lover to the flowing riverthe waters kissed him better than my dried lipsAnd its banks fuller than my shy hipsIts rage nothing

They keep saying that there’s a pandemic, That the world is becoming intolerable, That they are forced to stay indoors, Yet some of them can’t