Apr 2020
The sun might rise over you.
The days may grow longer and more pleasurable with you.
The night might belong to me.
The nights, cocoon us in our endeavors.
Time keeps ticking by.
Your smile canonised my feelings.
Clueless as we were, we couldn't get enough of that feeling.
The days may grow longer and more pleasurable with you.
The night might belong to me.
The nights, cocoon us in our endeavors.
Time keeps ticking by.
Your smile canonised my feelings.
Clueless as we were, we couldn't get enough of that feeling.
The slow ticking of the divorce between the melding of the amalgamation of love and pain.
June 2017.
June 2017.
