πΌ ππ π π‘πππ ππππππππ βππ€ π‘π ππ ππππ πππ ππ-ππππ ππ¦ πβπππ‘πππ π€ππ‘βππ’π‘ πππππππ ππππ πΌ π€πππ‘ π‘π π ππ‘ πππ ππ¦ πππππ ππ ππππ.
βE.V. Rogina
My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.
you promised me the world
and left it shattered
it felt like you threw me
so far from myself
i've been trying to find my way back ever since
Autumn has always been Poet's season
No pressure, no diamonds
βNobody looks good in their darkest hours. But itβs those hours that make us what we are.β
β Karen Marie Moning, Faefever
Why does my mind travel back to that moment on the bench so much?
When i keep telling everyone and myself that i do not miss you?
Why does my mind wander everytime back to you?
Why is it that i compare everyone that comes close to me with you?
Tell me...
I would ask you if i could, but i can't