your eyes shine like the sun on a clear november afternoon. crisp and blue and full of hope. as the leaves turn dark and fall to their death i hope to god our love won't do the same.
even if everything around us is dying i hope we live
// 4am
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aes. poems
Poetryhi i like poems and stuff so will update when i cant sleep (which is Very frequently) NONE OF THESE ARE MINE UNLESS MENTIONED. ALL THE CREDIT GOES TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS. T R I G G E R W A R N I N G self harm, depression, mental illnesses, etc.
