FIRST BLOOD
You ricocheted my heart On this dark summer night I wished you could disappear like fireflies By then, I could write art Your lips were crimson Dark eyes, I loved those tears Your voice is a melancholy tune I ached for November Those chilly nights could torment a soul Could you be that soul? Don’t leave footprints, love - without your guts It will be our crumbs I will follow you, Bleed for me, please. I will love you.
“FIRST BLOOD”, MBLEVY













