My footsteps were memorizing
the cracks of the floor,
vines creep along the grounds
as the constellations,
they are the patterns to my wonderland.
Gold flush,
rose blush
You are beautiful in my memories
and I unlocked the box of my dreams,
wounds are deeper than to what I feel
Stitched with the strings I tied to you,
People are vines as they fall in despair.
Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
My footsteps were memorizing
the cracks of the floor,
vines creep along the grounds
as the constellations,
they are the patterns to my wonderland.
Gold flush,
rose blush
You are beautiful in my memories
and I unlocked the box of my dreams,
wounds are deeper than to what I feel
Stitched with the strings I tied to you,
People are vines as they fall in despair.
