aka your lover

passerby ©papa osmubal

passerby ©papa osmubal

your lover


I stop thinking about
the bad name you give
to my love

I forget the time when
the withered flowers were blossoming

the sky is clear but black
and the air is heavy

in front of me is
a couple in love
holding a black umbrella

you son of a bitch!
what the hell are you
looking at!
why do I feel pain when I listen to your laughter?
it’s too much for me to know how you are!
too much! too much!


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