People who professed love
Out of condition
Hearts sold as studio
Built as a loft
People who professed love
Out of condition
Hearts sold as studio
Built as a loft
Another nonsense piece on missing someone
When we move to follow a flow…
When to build, when to burn…
I mourn as the sun predictably rises… Reminding me of where the east is. After a long battle enduring pitch blackness… The punishment of waking up early is facing a long day… Each takes me […]
Who knew that doing the good thing may sometimes be not right I didn’t know that it can exist in a plane, separated But now I suffer for this mistake I didn’t I’d regret taking […]
Stay
Man up
There is no other way
Make sure I am drowned in neglect Regret, the tight noose around my neck I’ll figure out and accept my fate this may not be the end But it’s definitely too late
At some point, we are made aware
That love won’t outlive life
Most of the time
After a couple of decades There’s no pain greater Losing years In a day