Three songs and one unfinished poem.
I was in your arms, singing to ed sheeran at the moment, in between all of the dramas, chaotic nights and nightmares, i found a peace and a quite moment in your arms, i didn't care about the world at all i only cared our little wonderland.

our story made in winter but as the summer came we became more colder than the winter

he kept his distance all the time
because he was scared of breaking her with his fragile mind and sweet lies

she tried to feed him with beautiful words
because she knows that he was an angel

both of them were fake prophets
with complicated minds and beautiful souls