the boy with black hair
talks like a renaissance person
and shines like Venus.
he is ******* up and brilliant,
he is cold and full of venom,
but he cannot love
and he cannot die.
my mind has been far,
wandering through his universe.
it stops and listens to his heartbeat.
silence.
the world is his,
but he does not belong here.
the boy is a sphere
of incomprehensible truths
and we are just a circle.
r.c.
r.c.
you are my only ticket to eternity.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 1:51 PM UTC
the boy with black hair
talks like a renaissance person
and shines like Venus.
he is ******* up and brilliant,
he is cold and full of venom,
but he cannot love
and he cannot die.
my mind has been far,
wandering through his universe.
it stops and listens to his heartbeat.
silence.
the world is his,
but he does not belong here.
the boy is a sphere
of incomprehensible truths
and we are just a circle.
r.c.
r.c.
you are my only ticket to eternity.
R.C
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