Music

I won't sing my favorite song for you,
oh that dear, you'll never know.
The red blush on my cheeks drips off,
like powdered sugar in the rain. 
I forget my problems,
like you.
and I listen, 
for a call to something,
someone,
somewhere,
forever? 
 

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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