[14] - monday's child.

「 cupid yearning. 」

B.O.M.O., ᴛᴀᴛɪᴀɴᴀ ᴍᴀɴᴀᴏɪꜱ, 01.39

i miss being in love,

yet solitude has my heart.

i miss being in love,

for i loved love since the very start.

i miss the butterflies,

painting my cheeks a red flush.

i miss the butterflies,

and perhaps even the falling bone crush.

my friends ask about my life,

but i won't say if i'm in love;

because i love my life,

even if it's without romantic love.

why don't i quench the thirst?

because loving myself comes first.