𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖁 || 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 ~ 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

i've almost lost my hope so many times
often in the middle of the night
feeling heavy wisteria and dreaming of a different
far off life
and even in the starlight, the angels cry
for me and my life
because through everything, through all this...
through broken, shattered wishes
the cries and deep cuts from a knife
i miss our gentle butterfly kisses
and i miss this because it's gone
and i know it's so wrong, i can't just...
move on
but you can't blame me
for all i had was beautiful memories with you
and i think you loved them, too

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||wisteria|| ~ angel