we'll make the Great Escape.
i love my baby(:

flowers and candles placed beneath a tree,
the burnt charcoal black wall.
stood a pink lady weeping,
her composure left far behind.
amidst the tale of tears
we hardly understand
hard driven for temporal fufilment
we learnt not to cherish.

do you need a bang to realise how much you have?

shutting you out.

you make me miss chickenrice boy. nonsense.