right back atcha

last night, — at the hour when
all the dreams are ripened,
i dreamt about you...
suddenly, —
i realized that one of my flaws
is your absence...
don't know how, but...
my fantasy's muse, hearing me,
replied, — right back atcha...

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs