Summer is
far as I think,
it flickered when
I blink
dreaming of
nostalgic
no winter, no autumn.
Maybe,you were written
in a next page,
I am the half
of your gut,
in every torn paper
and scratches.
How many times
it took a relevance?
like i'm dreaming
of "if you are mine?"
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Summer is
far as I think,
it flickered when
I blink
dreaming of
nostalgic
no winter, no autumn.
Maybe,you were written
in a next page,
I am the half
of your gut,
in every torn paper
and scratches.
How many times
it took a relevance?
like i'm dreaming
of "if you are mine?"
