The Lavender Hour Between Two Hearts
I used to think love was like the city skyline—bright, distant,
Laundry Line
The Saffron Hour in a Concrete City
I used to think that living in the city meant accepting a
The Scent of Salt Air and Cotton Linen
I used to believe that love was a grand symphony—loud, sweeping,
The Warmth Between Sequins and Starlight
He always smelled like a Sunday morning—of clean cotton and the
The Warmth We Carry Home
I used to think love was a grand architecture—lofty promises and
The Scent of Golden Hour and Cotton Linen
I used to think love was a grand gesture, like the neon
The Scent of Sunsets and Linen
I used to think love was a thunderstorm—loud, chaotic, and overwhelming.
The Quiet Hum of a Sunday Afternoon
I have always believed that the most honest parts of a person
The Golden Hour Between Us
I used to think love was a thunderstorm—loud, chaotic, and overwhelming.
The Quiet Hum of a Tuesday Evening
I wore my favorite black blazer today—the one that feels like
The Salt in Your Skin, The Sun in My Soul
I used to believe love was a grand architecture—high ceilings and
The Golden Hour in a Glass
I have spent three years chasing deadlines through the grey corridors of
