Last Lust
You said lust was like dust; which covered your cars, then you need to clean it up at last I say love is like gloves; which cover your hands, but it's not because of cold It's because of vogue, or lux We aren't in the same boat But we do agree that Scars look like stars They are tough like a spar A compass which leads us to see the light They spread beauty in the night Dark which craves the dawn That's the end of our moan Kediri, East Java, May 21st, 2019. 11:28 Dymar Mahafa