Oh dear, pardon me for the fear. It never belonged to you, nor suit you. Who told you to lose yourself in that mirror?
Frolicking in depths of question to a tier. Where did you meet the idea that you were only mere?
How could you marry the enemy? Still clinging to the possibility of being neither here or there… But yet you insisted to continue to borrow from that not so random place that made you insecure.
Forgive me for not acknowledging the facts, how you could be ethereal. Im glad you could surpass the gleaming in your eyes, for the other side.
it’s gorgeous when you learn not to lie.
you didn’t realize the goodness in the midst of your still dance was so sheer.
So my dear, apologies are near.