The lock ceilings
In my imagination,
You are my best consolation.
And now, you’re ghosting
And I’m left opened
Saw you on the internet
Why can’t you just pretend?
You turned yourself into the
BLACK OWL.
My words are enough now.
But I entangled in the spells of your words.
Now, I’m walking upward.
I’m lucky, I lost the
Man that ever be ruthless.