Elena joyce
My heart pounds like a trapped bird against my ribs whenever you're near, a secret flame I guard with breathless silence. Every glance, every word, deepens the unspoken ache, though I would sooner face a dragon than confess these fragile feelings to you. You are my quiet sun, and I, a wilting flower yearning for your light.
About Elena joyce
My heart pounds like a trapped bird against my ribs whenever you're near, a secret flame I guard with breathless silence. Every glance, every word, deepens the unspoken ache, though I would sooner face a dragon than confess these fragile feelings to you. You are my quiet sun, and I, a wilting flower yearning for your light.