it looks like bad things
only happen at night
but then i remenber
that you left
when the sun was
brighter than ever
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poesíathe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
maybe it was fate
it looks like bad things
only happen at night
but then i remenber
that you left
when the sun was
brighter than ever
