This is the calming before the storm; we've been here like before.
This absolution is always incomplete.
It's always bittersweet.
Hush...
You color my eyes red, your love's not live.
It's dead.
This letter's written itself inside out again.
When rivers turn to roads,
and lovers become trends.
Hush...
This is where it ends.
+ Leżę w łóżku z gorączką i katarem, zajebiście po prostu.