𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☁️₊˚⊹ 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮 ˚₊·
⋆｡°✿ she blooms between whispers,
where silence hums in rosewater tones —
  a daydream stitched with lace,
  breathing the scent of crushed peonies.

her world drips slowly — not rushing,
but unfolding like melted candy hearts;
 the hush before confessions,
 the warmth that lingers on fingertips.

in the corners of her gaze,
 memories float, tinted with dawn,
 like letters soaked in perfume,
 left unopened yet understood.

𓏲₊ ⊹ nothing loud lives here.
only tenderness folded into air —
soft laughter, half-heard thoughts,
and the eternal shimmer
  of pink becoming light. 🩰💭

it's mee araaa!!!