πΌ'π πππππ‘ππ' ππ π‘βπ ππππ, π‘ππ¦ππ' π‘π ππππ π π€ππ¦ βπππ
hold me close, I don't want to feel in love yet alone
a tattered young soul, dressed in sad monochrome
π·πππ£ππ' π‘βπππ’πβ π‘βπ π π‘ππππ‘π , πππ€βπππ πΌ π€ππππ ππ
feeling lost, counting streetlights as the wind blow
perhaps on a midnight search of a heart's afterglow
πΉπππ‘ ππππ πππ πΌ ππππ ππ βππ€ πΌ βππ ππ‘ ππππππ
breathing in love as romantic gothics fell on the floor
tired eyes of a restless lover fighting a nonsense war
πβππ’πβπ‘ π‘βππ‘ πΌ'π ππππ ππππ ππ’π‘ π‘βπ πππππππ πππππ π πππ€
but all good and worthy things come after a beautiful woe
caressed my wounds and scars, from where flowers grow.
IA
Inspired by the song "Leaning on Myself" // Anna of the North.