the balloon popped.


the flight mood walked away with the last pieces of my
ever torn heart and soul not deserving of any good good brings.


the heart dos stopped.



although the love stays immense and an intense plot thickens
the thing is, the moon got another shade of blue from these eyes' vision.
all the sweet nothings are now nothing but deafening silence
but who am I to feel this way, I'm sorry for this shxt,
that I hand to you even though we weren't that type of ting
it won't happen again, I guess sometimes love makes me kid think.



the sads are getting intimate.
the flower bloomed but didn't grow.
the happys are no longer living.
mining is jealous of this low.