• smudgetheinkoflove_ 52w

    And In the morning,
    Nothing will exist.
    The moon won't say the stories of dark anymore.
    And when the sun will love,
    you'll feel it.
    But the stars won't embrace you anymore.
    The roses would bloom,
    but the thorns would still hold scars
    and the sky would smile,
    showering the blues of love,
    for you.
    And I'd wake you up
    to the muffins of love.
    On your day
    So you cherish.
    I hope the best, for you.