The letters are so beautiful
My soul longs to grab them, but oh so unreachable
Right by my side, running to me, but still farther to hold
Like birds with colourful wings, plenty of treasures underneath
Flying to my shoulders and then to the sky ahead
Pulling and pushing between us lovers
Such a difficult experience filled with a heavenly or hellish thrill
At cradling these things
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
The letters are so beautiful
My soul longs to grab them, but oh so unreachable
Right by my side, running to me, but still farther to hold
Like birds with colourful wings, plenty of treasures underneath
Flying to my shoulders and then to the sky ahead
Pulling and pushing between us lovers
Such a difficult experience filled with a heavenly or hellish thrill
At cradling these things
