I have made complexions between my imaginations and the reality of this world. It seems like, you’re always in the middle of it.
More like a loose cannon inside my heart, nothing but gunpowders and everything for you….<3
If it wasn’t for the crescent of the moon, I wouldn’t have a necklace to remember you by….<3
she was once a conundrum and now, she is my riddle and she is my answer to my questions…<3
have I myself wept to the river of thee? To when will you form crystal palms and catch my rough stones to sweep away thy predicaments.
you got me fenced and grazing to the grassy fields of thee…
when summer wasn’t so summery or when my nights could not end. You stayed…