She has a pretty kind of day face
unashamedly so in the light
Never an upturned palm as to hide her smile
We had our nest perched high above any worlds
hiding in imagination, a safe haven for lips on lips
Summer kissing with a nervous unknowing
of when it would be time to pass by
Now in the autumn our home is just filled
with mementos of what could have been
and a chill looms in every thought I have
Diluted in a way that makes me uncomfortable
like wine in your glass without tannins
I am an unattached balloon with no purpose
with no one to hold me what is my design
Javas L’amer Hark
Listening to The Cardigans – I need some fine wine
Javas L'amer Hark 