oh my angel(5)

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by whyira_

by whyira_

I see flowers on the table yellow and pretty until I realize the regret running in you, what does this make me? fade, don't wither

I wonder at the lantern that floats away with your hope in it, a warm smile before parting

nothing worth remembrance

a while ago would have been perfect, but I couldn't. Common feels unusual now

wish for understanding, instead.

You,

how cruel of you to want to hold my hand as I leave.

06.07.19