karma

…you are to me, —
crocheted
with the cashmere
of my gray-blue eyes,
of the muse i am
to you…
…to diffuse
the satiny sky's scent,
entwined
at the shadow of a kiss
of this season…

[if anybody asks you]

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs