In the present
The clock goes anticlockwise
Back to the scene
Me being Juliet and you being Romeo
Everything is wrong
Afraid, i run from you
Regret conquers the heart
And you are still here
Somehow, i feel right
But not your heart
The heat of the sparks is gone
That is how i know
You are my temporary bless
YOU ARE READING
Camera Life
PoesíaMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
