Apr 2020
Her scent brings me home.
When our lips brush against each other,
It is with the brilliance of a thousand fireflies.
But when they part, they do so with the reluctance of too many farewells on train carriages.
When our lips brush against each other,
It is with the brilliance of a thousand fireflies.
But when they part, they do so with the reluctance of too many farewells on train carriages.
Part those lips for one more dance.
9th of January 2018.
9th of January 2018.
