— lucidly hear me scream,
In the night when i dream,
on the rooftop when it seems
i want you and your gleam
you always look good in nothing.
the past is asking us something, that we're incapable to do in the near future
but lately, my mornings never turn hazy, it shows that you are warm enough
drive the dust out—lights will come closer by the night from the candle
let's say i need you more than this, we fought so hard
we resolved the world that we live in, none of us will ever forget, scars made us couldn't see clearly
my time will never stop torturing me, until i tell you the truth
of what i just figured out, in us.
YOU ARE READING
despite all the bitter words
Thơ cait turns out that in the end, everything will be the same as others anyway, no matter how many times they convinced you that they will never do this to you, no matter how many tears you're going to shed about it, no matter how many songs you made th...
