[14] - monday's child.

「 untied shoelaces. 」

tolerate it, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 02.30

i wrote my pretty letters and thought of you

while tchaikovsky played a bittersweet tune.

i read of the greatest romances, novels i adored,

rreplacing darcy and gilbert's names with yours.

i loved you as poe loved annabel lee,

with the love of every poem that intrigued me;

as achilles loved patroclus, as adam loved eve,

i thought you were a keeper, i wish you'd have kept me.

i never knew that all this time

i was always yours but you were never mine.