You bought them for her
but,
I
know
I
ate
them-
all-
the heart shaped cherries
whose blood red juice stained
my
chin.
Will you love
me now? Autumn
Wurstle, First Place Poetry
You bought them for her
but,
I
know
I
ate
them-
all-
the heart shaped cherries
whose blood red juice stained
my
chin.
Will you love
me now? Autumn
Wurstle, First Place Poetry