and we kissed by the laughing tree

sweet new love fills me with hope
and the aftertaste of dread
but i'm happy, i'm laughing
the world could end
and i can say i'm content

faeries are swaying in the breeze
above crimson grass, under a pale sky
should i tell her?
some lies are untold truths
so what does that make me?

devils play the harp gently
twirling apples between notes
give me knowledge even if
it changes how i see her

Reviews

[lua]

these words are so beautiful, a strange melancholy mixed with hope

[Chase Dylan]

Filled with sweetness, and words that sway gently back and forth between the breeze of syllables and wordplay. Keep twirling apples between notes, good stuff. Loved it