The soul of solitude yearns
the love of unrequited
with the playlist of
mourning and melancholy

This fall makes it more real
than the reality
but I fail to realise
that perfect never exist

My house felt more home
it breaks my heart
one more time whenever
I have to leave them behind

Nowadays, I reek of
all tragical romance books
the tissue turns a flora
once I wiped the tears,
of an unfinished love story

A refreshing tea skips to
wine my vein to weep
upon the regrets of
my untold self

My soul of solitude yearns
for more Octobers and rain
which, makes me look pathetic
and that's why one should not,
fall for October.

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𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡
𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑌𝑂𝑈 !

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♡︎ ssᴉɯ ᴉ uǝʌɐǝɥ ǝɥʇ ♡︎

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Beauty with brains
Suits you babe
Read like a monster
Stay like a popstar
Your choice of songs
Omg! A deep inhalation🖤
Nobody but you !

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Did masters in wizarding
Spells from heart
A loyal love of voldie
But Bella is her veil
that she wears
There is a beauty
inside this beast
She cares uncaring
and pills for the past.
If Bellatrix is less strange..
and thats very strange.

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He lives in a planet of puns
And drives himself crazy with his lame jokes..that why his fuel never fills😜
He knows how to turn pogo on in a news debate, Hope you stay this forever.

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A fairy godbeauty that will live for nature to treat her peace.
She schedule success to meet her .
She is the ever beautiful drizzle that waits to pour down heavy when time permits.

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My hate is the deep
suppressed hurt i feel!

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Me and Me
In the chaos and celebration
With the crown and the sword

Me and Me
Both the 2pm and 2am version
In favour of cactus and tulips

And, a day,

You and Me
Kissing the tulips
Crowning me in your heart
Celebrating my presence
And dating my 2pm self

And once ,
You and Me
Bored of my portrait traits
Slowly i letting you break "my pretty half"
And how soflty you ask
Whom have you become?
But baby,All that's left is the other me

Me
Kissing the cactus, tasting tears
Pinning the sword in heart, gut with guilt
Chaos over the "Wanted" posters on my mind
Begging to the 2am self of her ,to die to digest.

And 'you' say , it was not me.

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