30 they/them
I have long since lost my innocence, yet memory
Touches my depth, the golden hours of morning, and gazes
Brilliantly upon me out of the eyes of flowers
I have long since lost my innocence, yet memory
Touches my depth, the golden hours of morning, and gazes
Brilliantly upon me out of the eyes of flowers
Me: BELLO
Me: BELLO
Us:
Us: