The Echo of Your Absence is a Bloom
The chipped paint on these steps whispers forgotten stories, echoes of lovers
Dali’s Mustache
Ephemeral Echoes of You
The city breathes rust and forgotten melodies, a symphony only my skin
Ephemeral Bloom
The petals fall like forgotten dreams, each one a tiny ghost of
Ephemeral Echoes of Midnight Bloom
The gym smells of iron and regret, a strange perfume he seems
Golden Hour Reverie
The wheat field whispers secrets to my boots, but they're
The Refraction of Salt & Skin
The air tasted like melted gold and regret.
Not bad, actually. The
