Primavera Girl
A Heartbreak With A Seasoning Of Change
By Arlo WyseePublished about 5 hours ago • 1 min read

I heard the orchestra
As I try to get into my lane
in the front seat
Clinch fist trying to hold the pain
The meeting change everything
I put it all on the table for you
Why you keep me so blue
She thinks I’m the sky
She looks pass me when she drives
As I open my eyes
In another city calling time
I thought she was my Staple
But she rather get
Toss up in Naples
She such a Primavera girl
No plate, no play
I walked out before
A serving
Of her came



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