Before Quarantine

A poem about Fire Hair Girl

Before quarantine I met fire hair girl
So simple, so easy, one ask and one yes
That little occasion you pray no one cares
I brought her a flower not rose oh
no no
That little red petal is dark and alone
This is no concern with fire hair girl
She smiled, I back, we both kissed at last
We two go back home with black fears in our chest
It's not gonna last but come on give your best
give two weeks give two dates give too more and
oh no!
And there goes my chances with Fire Hair Girl