cerises amères

tomorrow

she

always had that about her. that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

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yesterday was a day in which each year i hope that something magical can happen to me.

i will continue.

for this morning

wish for you.

wish for peace.

wish for music.

wish for tea.

one day left.

i'm almost never serious and i'm always too serious. too deep, too shallow. too sensitive, too hearted. i'm like a collection of paradoxes

join me. it could be so sweet.

the morning after

yes, a deformed reality.

la belle personne

and i still can't write anything.

undress

many times, late in the night, i feel this way.

vulnerable.

you and i are made of constellations

i believe in memories, they look so so pretty when i sleep

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what a shame we became such fragile broken things.

but it has to change.

cause we are worth it.