midnight memories, phantasical panoramas, and shades of the hours of darkness.
there you stood underneath the mighty picturesque crescent. you are five foot something with your treasured skinny jeans hugging tights over your magnificent physique. as the chronoscope won’t stop ticking and yet the remainder seems to stop moving as thou lock your beauteous obsidian like eyes with mine. a sphere that always evokes memories of you, memories about us. by fair means or foul, every bits of your whispers of adoration never fails sending me to heaven. yourmere presence is more than enough to boost my lack of serotonin self. hundreds and thousands of years has passedby and without exception, all i do is continuously think
about you.