To the inner wisdom
To that outgrowing system
To the pillars of belief
And to the childish relief.
To the chastity, modesty & respectability,
To not loose virginity over someone’s purity
To **** the innocence of mine,
And to retain from thine.
Lately I’m seeing a glass of wine,
Pouring emptiness in the mid sunshine.
To forgive you from the first meeting,
To forgave me from reciting pure words melting.
To known from strangers again
If this is that, then I don’t want to wait in vain.
To the dimensions I think insane,
To the remembrance of high schools mane.
Through highs & lows
I’ll be at bow !
My submission to the
Actual vow.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
To the inner wisdom
To that outgrowing system
To the pillars of belief
And to the childish relief.
To the chastity, modesty & respectability,
To not loose virginity over someone’s purity
To **** the innocence of mine,
And to retain from thine.
Lately I’m seeing a glass of wine,
Pouring emptiness in the mid sunshine.
To forgive you from the first meeting,
To forgave me from reciting pure words melting.
To known from strangers again
If this is that, then I don’t want to wait in vain.
To the dimensions I think insane,
To the remembrance of high schools mane.
Through highs & lows
I’ll be at bow !
My submission to the
Actual vow.
New Year’s Eve.
After a little while, under a noon tree
I discovered this.
29.12.2018
Pain is there~
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