a note on her front lawn
in their eyes, i am much older.
home alone; oh, i could hold her
tight at night and not let go.
i guess my touch she’ll never know.
our last encounter was so sweet;
i often play it on repeat
in my mind, but then i cry,
for our love failed; oh, goodbye
mellow red balloon; i’ll always
talk about you, always showcase
what you did to me. i’m gone.
i left a note on your front lawn.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.