2:31 am
my heart stung the second
you said goodbye
but no matter what i did,
your voice was like a tie -
gripping at my neck until
i couldn't breathe.
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. ███████...
