i'll drift away from your gazing face
and burn away those four thousand days
like the lullaby of an autumn chill.

then all you'll ever remember of my stay
is that november by the bay
when we kissed by the shoreline hill.

amber . be
studio, work   |  tues, 8 april 2014   |   8:05pm  |  chilling cold,

orange hoodie, grey beanie, greystripe rucksack skirt, sandals  |  hurt, pensive, numb, invisible