Through their eyes, i see one's true self.
The happiness that radiates.
The sorrow that whirls.
A past love that unsolicitedly stays.
.
.
.
Having this is a bliss but not like this.
.
.
.
My dear, it is me who you with.
Grab my hand when you find your true peace.
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 11:39 AM UTC
Through their eyes, i see one's true self.
The happiness that radiates.
The sorrow that whirls.
A past love that unsolicitedly stays.
.
.
.
Having this is a bliss but not like this.
.
.
.
My dear, it is me who you with.
Grab my hand when you find your true peace.
