It aches.
Yeah, that's true,
Every time I think about you.
Flowers are your eyes.
Shift-shaping dark roses,
Hard-to-read,
Full of forbidden secrets.
That I missed knowing.
You're a tree in my heart.
Evergreen
Everlasting
Your hands are new branches,
When your nails bloom.
Tulip is your lips,
Like incomprehensible pages of a book.
I want to read them times and times again.
Wish I didn't know you more.
1405/02/25 - Friday - May 15, 2026 - 08 : 00 : 52 PM
