🌼 ❭ doyeon

ep 2 of this?

i hope it'll stop raining

I don't havd umbrella

settles here

:pleading:

"Have you heard The Tortured Poets Department?" I asked, you said, "No, I haven't heard of it." Carelessly, I sang it to you and your heart broke, reminded of painful memories that you have later spoken of. You were brave for opening up, I wish I could have the same courage as you, but I have remained buried under my blanket, safe and hidden.

We were silent for a long while. We were probably thinking and feeling the same pain, because that's true. Who else is going to know, hold, and decode us aside from the person who have known us since forever? Nobody.

Then you turned to another page, you read them out loud for me- about the gentle touches, the tender kisses, and eyes that will look nowhere, only at you. Then I told you about mine, it's holding hands, it's hugging one's arm, forehead kisses, and deep conversations.

Crazy. We were talking about them yesterday and now, we're living the pages.

With you, everything's in monochrome.
It's yes and no, it's me and you.
It's all dear and clear.
Between the world's darkness and my pale heart, I've found your shades of gray
Where you can turn even a sad song into a promising one.

Stolen glances, secret getaways, watching sunsets with my head on your shoulder.
Your hand holding mine with such tenderness.
We say goodbye to old sorrows, then I looked at you, drawing stars on your scars while whispering, "Who's gonna hold you? Me."
Then you met my eyes, and I whispered yet again "Who's gonna know you? Me."

The golden light kissed your face so beautifully, I was almost jealous, wishing i could kiss you like that, but then you smiled, saying, "we're crazy."
I shake my head, grinning and muttering. "Nah, we're just modern idiots."

I'll fix this a lil hahahahaha

why wounds IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE SCARS

MY DELULU IS ALL OVER HELP

Stolen glances, secret getaways, watching sunsets with my head on your shoulder.
Your hand holding mine with such tenderness.
We say goodbye to old sorrows, then I looked at you, drawing stars on your wounds while whispering, "Who's gonna hold you? Me."
Then you met my eyes, and I whispered yet again "Who's gonna know you? Me."

The golden light kissed your face so beautifully, I was almost jealous, wishing i could kiss you like that, but then you smiled, saying, "we're crazy."
I shake my head, grinning and muttering. "Nah, we're modern idiots."

With you, everything's in monochrome.
It's yes and no, it's me and you.
It's all dear and clear.
Between the world's darkness and my pale heart, I've found your shades of gray
Where you can turn even a sad song into a promising one.

But here I am, wanting to write for you </3

"Have you heard The Tortured Poets Department?" I asked, you said that no, you haven't heard of it. Carelessly, I sang it to you and your heart broke, reminded of painful memories that you've later spoken of. You were brave for opening up, I wish I could have the same courage as you, but I've remained buried under my blanket, safe and hidden.

We were silent for a long while. We were probably thinking and feeling the same pain, because that's true. Who else is going to know us aside from the person who've known us since forever? Nobody.

https://youtu.be/RQMz4JDbtmI?si=Ey3nyzLX6fcka3bN

:pleading:

the world's darkness and my pale heart, I've found you in between

SCREAMS

why's my life like this
slow als then Ksnfnfnfmdmdndndnddndn then slow again

grrr

changes are terrifying, fck

but how about me

but the people

i do

do i want this

am i happy tho

:pleading:

it's gonna be a bit easier

life's slowing down

more sleep

more time