"The Quiet Ruin of Us" No ordinary love blooms here, only a tangled vine of yearning, twisted and thorny, climbing toward a sun that will not rise. Is it a crime, then, to press my lips to yours-knowing the taste is forbidden, knowing the sweetness carries a bitter weight? Your mouth whispers a thousand betrayals I am too weak to refuse. The sweetest taboo-how it lingers, not as a melody but a scar, a searing reminder that I let myself drown willingly.
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"The Quiet Ruin of Us"
No ordinary love blooms here, only a tangled vine of yearning,
twisted and thorny, climbing toward a sun that will not rise.
Is it a crime, then, to press my lips to yours-knowing the taste is forbidden,
knowing the sweetness carries a bitter weight?
Your mouth whispers a thousand betrayals I am too weak to refuse.
The sweetest taboo-how it lingers, not as a melody but a scar,
a searing reminder that I let myself drown willingly.
Beautiful. Thank you.
Oh, please, who does art displayed on your channel? Nice.