Green plums

Desert heat and swaying weeds
on the outside of a city of fallen angels
there lived a girl with a green plum tree
her eyes were brown
the stars were bright
we laid about in the echoes of gun shots
and the lack of money

we found peace in her dark room

never knew there was such a thing as green plums
never knew that these memories wouldn't dissipate
never knew a care in the world
till this all became a bitter sweet memory

Author's Note

i wrote this months ago as well just getting stuff up from my private stash

Reviews

[Kristopher d. Taylor]

its great, wowing me again.

[Persephone]

Beautiful write - its flows nicely - great job :)

[pumpkin head]

very nicely written

[Cole Hayley]

I love it.well done mate.

[Celestial Witch Child]

Wow. You amaze me once again. Such melancholy beauty belies your diction.