stumbling upon the branches
wings has been cut
skin has turned into blush

distressed
still her heart
says yes

he’s drunk in love
knocks on her door
when it falls apart

how come i perceive?
her feverish face
while his tongue flicks;
the truth and secrets—

her kisses, her touch, her;
i can tell everything is a necessity
how you move your body enticingly

everything is nothing to you
she kisses you because it's true—
you’re everything to her while you
only loved the moon.

there is a fine line between being kind and being naive that people often mistakenly thinks they are the same but let me tell you something—being kind is treating someone with your utmost respect while being naive, well, it's the same as being kind; only you will forget to put yourself first.

between these dried leaves
in the middle of a forest
we create monsters inside us
as waterfalls overflows

i’ve built so many walls around my heart that i willingly break for you.