the small things

am i still pretty to you

sorry it got bad again

one day
when your eyes burn out, and all that’s left is your blood
i’ll climb inside, like salt on a wound 
burn all that’s inside
burn all that’s you
maybe then we can be 
together 
my dear, is it too soon to say i love you

you and your mind are both really beautiful

you made my body fuse with yours till i no longer had myself to hold.

a walk, a stroll, whatever it is, it's short lived

i believed that when love finds you it hits you and will never let you go. 
i believed that when love finds you, it hits you.
i believed that love was a harash sun burn on my chest 
i believed that love was just that love.

now,
love is a soft kiss
a quiet breeze, maybe a sunrise dew 
something that you're not.
something im proud i am
till we meet again, my dearest.
i cherish all the times we had.
love to whoever sees this fit,
you were my everything. 

3 am improv. piano session, no tempo, Gb Minor

forever.

a dance, or maybe just a nod at someone who once was every part of me and more

i've uploaded a lot of music i like to keep as a time capsule here
circa. 2016
manic dev w/ a heart
a friend

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keep it up
xoxo

a walk, a stroll, whatever it is, it's short lived

freya langley