words from, Y.R.
Wednesday 20 September 2017 | September 20, 2017 | 0 comment(s)
can we start again?
fade away all those eyes
that looks at me with emphathy,
(i didn't want your symphathy darling)
can you stop talking to me with a flat tone,
like you don't want to be here at all.
and please, don't laugh
it's kinda obvious you didn't find it funny.
out of all of the things i wish you would
all i could (ever) think of was,
how i would looked at you
and gets a brilliant smile in return.
because fuck all of these wonderful stars,
and all of its universe as whole,
i'm done praising the stars nor the nature.
all i ask
is a taste of you and out of all
the great big things that happens in life,
that's one thing the universe can't commit.
-y.r. | up all night
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words from, Y.R.
| September 20, 2017 | 0 comment(s)
being at the edge
of somewhere so high, so risky
and dangerous thus unstable.
with you,
makes me scared.
you looked at me,
half smiling half questioning:
when did you get scared of heights?
aren't you so fond of it, the beauty of it?
i am, honestly, i do.
but being here with you,
all i could do
is recalling how i was brave enough
to jump out of this five-storey building,
but you
god damn you,
makes me fall in love
instead.
instead.
-y.r. | JUMP
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words from, Y.R.
| September 20, 2017 | 0 comment(s)
writing of you feels like heaven
like all of my blessings came back,
and much more when you said hi.
and laugh.
and sounded human.
and you talks,
for hours.
shit, i won the lottery
for real.
-y.r. | jackpot baby
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