A tinted red
head there
Dirty blond here
Your hairs are
slowly falling off
They fall and
sit on the rooftop
alongside the river
sweeping the
surface of the blue
and your sorrow
do they allude
I don't remember
when you were a home
to me
Facing your way
I gaze
upon the remnants
of August
There's a
wall between us
and it's cold as
love gone wrong
I don't remember
when you were a home
to us
I don't remember
when there were no roads
on earth
Take me off
this road
Take me away