A Falling Empire
I thought it was the love that persists.
Lingers.
Never fades nor diminishes.
Lingers.
Never fades nor diminishes.
Fuck you,
for all the ruins.
Fuck me,
For all the history.
for all the ruins.
Fuck me,
For all the history.
A Boy and Space
We meet so many people, at times too many, and they make us feel special they make us feel complete even if for a little while. And it has always been worth it. But this boy, he makes me feel real. Like fantasy never existed between us. Like his laugh makes my smile. Like his singing so harsh to the ears but too close to my heart. This boy; trenched. Humble. Broken. But playful and joyful like a heatstroke in outer space. Make me the realest. Because I've been looking down on earth for way too long.
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