• poetically 49w


    Sipping my cup of coffee when they bring me the taste of you,
    Waiting for the sun to shine, to shine my bite marks inside my tongue from all the words i've never said.
    The piano was played as i plug in my earphones, counting my footsteps around, while i miss you, hearing the sound of birds while they chrip in a way you talk. All things around are so beautiful when i looking at it by your name.

    -shradha giri