blame

In what shades do your thoughts flow
to feel the happiness you need?

What kind of silence do you prefer
for you to be comforted inside?

In your mind's room, who's in charge
of your own imbecilic mistakes? 

I saw you arrayed in sinful's attires.
None of them has camouflaged you.

And I don't blame you. You're funny
and also, bizarre... simultaneously.

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs