Itchy eyes, awake at three,
Sitting in a dark room
footloose and fancy-free.; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*
just like the primrose in the garden,
that blooms only in moonlight.
My heart's longing for affection,
keeping me up till twilight.. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄
My vision is blurred; I search for some company
in my room, someone with whom to be free.
Waiting for people to read through us,
books join my melancholic chorus.☾. °. . ' , •
Cold night, foggy thoughts,
I want to see the sunrise, but my eyes are
watery; dewdrops are falling, I feel them on my cheeks,
longing for a good night's sleep, for countless weeks.•. ° . * .·. . ✧:. ·.
Itchy eyes, I wake up at three.
another day
has passed.
Let me dream of a deep blue sea.__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
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┊ ๑ ┊
✾ ⋆ ┊. ˚.
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