ennuiennuiennui
(all i need is for the world to become still for me; for Her smile to be all
i can see, and for that smile to be Her own reflection of me)
together on o{u}{r} nights, i could {always} relate to the tides; with
Your teasing swoon {in}to {me,} You became the moon {subconsciously}
“…You define
my identity…”
isn’t it
funny ? how *
life
and
love both start the same
and end with an
