Untitled No. 3
poem
And there, in the glint of a neon diner, her eyes locked tight with mine
There, in that moment, none looked finer, her lips a perfect line.
And I, none the wiser, fell madly in love with Time.
And there, in the glint of a neon diner, her eyes locked tight with mine
There, in that moment, none looked finer, her lips a perfect line.
And I, none the wiser, fell madly in love with Time.