We were spinning around, On the broad boulevards of the town, It was minutes to the darkest hour of the night, And you were trying hard to imitate Elvis's moves, And I had frowned, Tried so hard not to giggle,... Continue Reading →
And... He stopped bleeding. After all, No one cared.
"I am sorry, I didn't make it in time." "How are you?" It rained, Drenching him, and the flowers he brought, Perhaps she cried, from above.