those beautiful eyelids of yours darkened by days of weariness when our eyes met sparks flew out of control as the anguish beneath us reconstructed
pages of adventures followed the scribbles the interlocks of legs and fingers clinging onto me afraid yet secure
12 days, XII rapid pace, as i wheeze and heave you smiled assuring everything is fine lips on lips we will make through this
path of memories and chatters relishing our experiences coffee, tea, soup underdogs of social circles pondering upon our similar circumstances
guitar and piano greenhorn, beginner rollercoaster melodies limits as high they were couldnβt salvage us
12 days, XII 12 divide by 3 thatβs how long we lasted staring into the streetlights trying to touch you 6 strings, soaked
as i write this in the time of XII keys and strings they never go well sober is my name iβm madly drunk in love with you, yet we were not meant to be.