[14] - monday's child.

「 withered mistletoe. 」

burn, ᴘʜɪʟʟɪᴘᴀ ꜱᴏᴏ, 03.02

this december, i light a fire,

wishing to burn your memoirs.

what is there left to leave up until january?

our christmas lights died out like highschool artistry.

i'm setting our frozen smiles alight,

the polaroids taken when everything seemed just right;

the lyrics and the passed notes,

every poem for you that i wrote.

i had wished that you'd be there on new year's day,

but i left because you never asked me to stay.

i'm burning every memory into a fiery haze

just as love once set my heart and yours ablaze.