Circles
I sit my sorry-ass down, forever a pretender.
Idyllic prayer
String vibrations fill the air, I question this sensation, desperation; a flirtatious glance? and yet you’re unaware
A notes app diary, but on the internet
I sit my sorry-ass down, forever a pretender.
String vibrations fill the air, I question this sensation, desperation; a flirtatious glance? and yet you’re unaware