please just let me wear such deliberate disguises..
face to face.. heart to heart.. what does it matter.
My arms around him were merely a parenthesis
there was that moment long ago i realised i was in love with a boy who could never reciprocate.so i lapsed into silence.. words unspoken.. feigned forgetfulness. Some sort of newishness..
meaningless distractions .. don't get sentimental, just go outside and breathe it in.. In a rose garden made dim, silence sounds a lot like shame.