11:11 pm
the sparkle in my eyes
grew brighter,
and it was all
because of you.
but there was just nothing
i could do.
there was no control to my
emotions -
my thoughts and actions.
you made my stomach
a zoo.
you messed with my brain
and poked at my heart -
to think,
at first i thought you were art.
the first time i saw you,
my eyes became hearts.
but the last time i did,
my eyes became oceans.
goodnights
felt like goodbyes -
they no longer seemed welcoming.
the fire we once had,
was now gone and burnt;
now that my friend,
was a big lesson learnt.
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. ███████...
