The rhythm of each glance
dances to a different song.
Swaying against the beat
your presence is ever fleeting.
Heavy is the air when our eyes
dance the same song.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
The rhythm of each glance
dances to a different song.
Swaying against the beat
your presence is ever fleeting.
Heavy is the air when our eyes
dance the same song.