him and i
it was a love story so rare
from our hometown to europe
two similar souls and a story to be told
him, the boy from upper class
a genious with toxic behaviours
me, the girl with the silent grace
an artist with messy mind
a story of love and cheating
in the second jazz age
we whispered secrets at night, and laughed in mornings
our love was red, burning inside out
i would write and he would read
he would talk and i would listen
our story still lives on in our hearts, yearns to belong
but beneath it there is a sorrow
Apr 30, 2023
Apr 30, 2023 at 7:41 AM UTC
him and i
it was a love story so rare
from our hometown to europe
two similar souls and a story to be told
him, the boy from upper class
a genious with toxic behaviours
me, the girl with the silent grace
an artist with messy mind
a story of love and cheating
in the second jazz age
we whispered secrets at night, and laughed in mornings
our love was red, burning inside out
i would write and he would read
he would talk and i would listen
our story still lives on in our hearts, yearns to belong
but beneath it there is a sorrow
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