i was told how much i changed
within a short span of time;
my cousin kaito said
i looked so smitten, oftentimes he caught me
smiling at the sky.
i wanted to tell him it's because of her hair...
it reminds me of the heavens;
but then again–she–i just want to keep her a secret.
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lovesick
Poetrylove transforms princes to poets. the thoughts he writes down; the papers he slips inside the glass jar. (a/n. prepare for a shitload of cheesiness) cover art by © saegome
