Transcience
5 years and I’m still listening to the same songs.
A little rain makes everything seem quainter.
The delicate features of a lady whose chiffon top is billowing in the cold wind. Her man watching her with love, while she is oblivious to it.
A fragile looking thing of a woman. She is beautiful because when I see her, I think that’s how femininity is supposed to look like.
If you got it, your whisper is louder than all their shouting.
I forgot about how much I like typing at online journals, cause.
Who else would I tell these things to?
=)
