"After all this while, I still dream of you. I dreamt that you held me tightly and we walked down the road at 2am in the morning. You reeked of alcohol and I smelled like cigarettes. As tragedy and heartbreak walked down the streets with our hands intertwined , I realised your hands aren't so warm anymore and our hearts feel so disconnected. And then I woke up in cold sweat realising everything was a nightmare , including you. "
- You are a nightmare to begin with
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
