August Flies

When it’s bright, when it’s right

You’ll swarm in

Never to miss an opportunity

Never creating one

Like pen to paper

Like stars to the sky

Just as you are to me

You’ll leave when it gets dark

You’ll fall when it gets hard

It’s a wicked fate

It’s a romance tale

Come to me, I’ll shine

But go away when it gets hard

Let’s be lovers when the time is right, my august fly.

August Flies

-Kima