Lostprinc3 - Running Around The Garden

A life without collecting trinkets is no life at all

oct 5, 23

— my image.

love of mine, there's no tomorrow,

so please let me borrow,

your scabborous little heart,

oh, i worshipped it right from the start.

yours eyes are where mine follow,

embracing that everlasting sorrow,

you are that piece of art,

which has torn me apart.

i waste my time. i waste my breath.

answering questions you'll never ask.

preparing for when you'll next seek a glance.

you should have told me, you lack courage.

you'll chant love songs in a crowd,

but you never got to chant them with me.

because of those words, those phrases,

your thoughts enrapture my senses.

and when i am not there,

i hope my image lingers in your mind

and the illusion of my touch feathers across your skin.

you chance a glance, but you don't chance a word. who will tell you that time is finite? seasons last for moments, and years only as long as a brief wind lasting merely the blink of an eye. don't you regret it then. when i am no longer there in the corner of your eye, and when you turn to look, only the illusion of my silhouette remains behind.

— vin.

It’s me. I am bitches

Dec 16, '23

— wasted wine.

dear one,

my hands are too cold,

and my heart too fragile,

i don't want to grow old,

this world is much so vile.

right ones come at the right time,

little one, do you not know,

they don't owe you a single dime,

you'll be alone in the first snow,

there won't linger a seamless smile.

forge a promise, break a heart,

this december, i wait another start,

hold a hand, forget about mine,

how bittersweet like wasted wine.

i sold my soul,

to a longing long unsatiated,

i can't control,

the lonesome i have created.

— vin.