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"๐๐ผ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ๐ป'๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต/ ๐๐ผ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐น๐๐ถ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฒ๐
๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ถ๐ด๐บ๐ฎ ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ."
โ my luna but
i'm not
your sol
the heat of the day pushed against the window, and not long after, i heard the overwhelming incessant tune of roars, it amused me how the droplets did their li'l foxtrot dance and resemble what happened to us. a thought run by my head as i walk through a memory lane. oh how i wish i could change the history by setting the clock's hand on a counter pace and never let butterflies leave my stomach as our gazes met, never let silence reverberate with squawks like a piercing cacophony in a distance for your heart to cut it strings on mine.
darling, if i didn't push you to seek love in the arms of another man will our fate change? in the midst of being lost in tempo and finding your rhythm through leaping the originated step, if i let you sync in beat with me and sway on a quintessential manner like lovesicks would we end the same way? isn't ironic that i'm the protagonist of my own life but i'm merely a side character in yours. it torments me so much that i couldn't just rewrite our story and collide our fates till eternity. but if loving also means setting everything on end; then let me, let go of you for me to be just a vivid evocation along with your nonpareil worldโ your man.
"and... as i stare through the soul of city lights, i noticed that just like a book you're greedy to turn my pages so quickly wanting more and more of me but each words you devoured brings you closer to the end, the edge of me."
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โ my luna but
i'm not
your sol
the heat of the day pushed against the window, and not long after, i heard the overwhelming incessant tune of roars, it amused me how the droplets did their li'l foxtrot dance and resemble what happened to us. a thought run by my head as i walk through a memory lane. oh how i wish i could change the history by setting the clock's hand on a counter pace and never let butterflies leave my stomach as our gazes met, never let silence reverberate with squawks like a piercing cacophony in a distance for your heart to cut it strings on mine.
darling, if i didn't push you to seek love in the arms of another man will our fate change? in the midst of being lost in tempo and finding your rhythm through leaping the originated step, if i let you sync in beat with me and sway on a quintessential manner like lovesicks would we end the same way? isn't ironic that i'm the protagonist of my own life but i'm merely a side character in yours. it torments me so much that i couldn't just rewrite our story and collide our fates till eternity. but if loving also means setting everything on end; then let me, let go of you for me to be just a vivid evocation along with your nonpareil worldโ your man.
"and... as i stare through the soul of city lights, i noticed that just like a book you're greedy to turn my pages so quickly wanting more and more of me but each words you devoured brings you closer to the end, the edge of me."
ยฉ All Rights Reserved