he clouds my head on the
weekends
but i dont mind
in fact, i hope the
sweater weather
never
clears.
BINABASA MO ANG
blinded
Poetryshe was blinded by his perfection. he was too blind to realise. ☁ [copyright simile-, two thousand and fourteen] #140 in Poetry | #904 in Romance
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he clouds my head on the
weekends
but i dont mind
in fact, i hope the
sweater weather
never
clears.