
꧁ 𝓒𝓸𝓮𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂ I loved three times, From tender spark to blazing fire, Then embers deep, a slow desire, A final breath, the soul's release. I could have stopped, embraced the still, Let silence drown what time would kill, But shadowed glass and sleepless skies Still whisper fate in moonlit lies. ─── •|⊱ ☾ ⊰|• ─── ↬ important note : the original version of « Cœurs en peine » is in french and available on my profite.All Rights Reserved