he utters lullabies of sweet words constructed from the bottom of his psyche and i tasted honey in between those lines
every syllables, every broken fragment seems melody spitting from the mouth that will always be my favorite
and from then onwards, i knew i developed a new craving this world can never suffice
your voice
your touch
your aesthetic
your poetry
you.
YOU ARE READING
hue of you
Poetry❝ there is rainbow always after the rain but i guess not in everyone's sky ❞
