Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I had a plan. But you broke it. My halls were so high, but you walked through them as if they were not there at all. My armor was made of steel, but they rust when you say my name, as if they had been in the ocean for thousands of years. I love your whitish blond hair, the bule of your eyes, how you go low to make me feel high. You make me feel better than anyone. But I can never say those three words I wish I could say to you. All of what you might ask? The world might be the answer.