On my exploration, there are still secrets
that kept under my sleeves; it would be a
twisted knife in my defenseless night.
Between the heaven and sea,
there are traces of him, keeping me
haunted and wandering at it.
*Between the orbs and galaxies,
we're building towers,*
we're praying and pleading for a myriad miracles,
I nestled gently on his lips,
it was all downhill.
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 6:45 AM UTC
On my exploration, there are still secrets
that kept under my sleeves; it would be a
twisted knife in my defenseless night.
Between the heaven and sea,
there are traces of him, keeping me
haunted and wandering at it.
*Between the orbs and galaxies,
we're building towers,*
we're praying and pleading for a myriad miracles,
I nestled gently on his lips,
it was all downhill.
