Midsummer season on my wintry lips,these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.The sunlight of acceptance,the midnight of isolation.Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience,I have the free will to question my fate.This wealth of imagination,and the poverty of my reality.The...

Gaze into my fire.As blinkless as a gaze can be.our first moment,wordless as sleeping lips.Our souls embracedbut bot our lips.Glancing at you,glancing at me.This was a momentbetween our eyes.And with your eyes,you've set my soul ablaze.Was this truly a...