Meanwhilepoetry: “You May Not Think You Are Extraordinary But I Do. You See, You Haven’t Seen Yourself The Way I Have Seen You, In The Quiet Of A Rooftop At 4 A.m. The Sky Spilling The Moon’s Light Just To Illuminate Your Skin, Your Eyes Star-Sung
meanwhilepoetry: “Still, I won’t call this love. Love is too destructive a word for something this soft, this sweet.” — Nikita Gill
