walking past the same pavement every morning I like stealing short gazes at you and on some days by the look in your eyes I can say how you love flowers the shade of crimson and white on sundays, that would perfectly decor your table and add hues to your coffee, I remember how you … Continue reading
//you kissed me// we met at a graveyard ironical, because we were two steps away from burying ourselves before we became each other’s tombstone //through a haze of lights// you’ve always been the brighter one, the one who looks like a timeline of fairylights i couldn’t really see through it all //and i stood stunned// … Continue reading
