Here be new eyes, my dear
Isle of Odes
Swooning mine, the emerald eye: This isle of odes, earth's lullaby
With a Borogove
My dear, you've still got the brightest eyes I've ever seen I only hope someday you'll use them against me But for now, I can't believe I'm falling so hard It might sound cliche, but I've been falling from the start I shirk back in fear and ask, "what if I'm not enough?" But... Continue Reading →