[14] - monday's child.

「 do my whispers chill your bones? 」

tightrope, ᴍɪᴄʜᴇʟʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ, 00.00

the sea i lament,

the ocean i see,

the breeze that i feel,

the salty air scent.

eyes of the stars,

twin moons in july,

my love is not a lie,

for you, i'd go far.

streetlights in the dim,

four steps to the left,

your every secret i've kept,

cherished as monochrome film.

coffee on your lips,

chamomile on mine;

perfectly quilled lines,

rhythms marvellously mixed.

do my whispers chill your bones?

i love you, i whisper into the unknown,

while in my bedroom i am alone,

pretending to murmur to you over the phone.