𝟗𝟗 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩

𝙟𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨

Mid july,

I hear the feeble whispers of your twisted lies
Blurred visions and teary eyes
Gazing at the same moon every night

I desperately wished for you,
For you,
To be the antidote to my cyanide

I wish i lived the poetry i didn't write.

﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒. 🎶🎶🎶 .﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮

🍪🧁🍬 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽. 𝓘𝓽 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓫𝓼 🥧🍦🍩

-lostfrr