• bey5151 10w


    I'm weakly hiding in the narrative
    I'm weak then hope in the imagination
    I'm just comforting myself with a satiation.
    Drain the sea of words of the heart

    What kind of love do you look like?
    The vast continents I can't live with
    The breadth of hope I can't hug
    The beauty of twilight is only a moment
    The beauty with poetry is just small talk
    I'm paralyzed if I lose
    Losing all honesty in the temple
    Might as well lose love from you