The full moon calls out, oh soft one. Do you feel it?
Your plights are no longer a shared sentiment. The transformation will be nothing, a moment of fornication and pleasure followed by uncertainty, and a thousand acursed doubts. Oh, ever so turbulent, your tortured soul. But a beautiful, enrapturing narrative will be born from you! Maybe next time.
you're my favorite
- spotlight
- moonlight
- twlight
- featherlight