2:34 pm
i was struggling under your water.
you asked me,
"what happened?"
with a million tears,
i looked at you.
"your stupid ocean has washed out
the spark we once had...the fire is now gone..."
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
