i love her…
…and she doesn’t owe me anything, no. i am here freely. when fireworks dizzy the darkness with carousels of colour, i hope that she thinks of freedom. yes, of the country, but also, in time, of love.
oddly, when a girl loves a girl, it just sounds a lot like a girl in love.
i love her...
...and it is a daily devotion. it is that hard—and that simple.
she is always,
always worth it.
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(by a girl called Mayday)
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i love her…
…and she doesn’t owe me anything, no. i am here freely. when fireworks dizzy the darkness with carousels of colour, i hope that she thinks of freedom. yes, of the country, but also, in time, of love.