9:36 pm
you walked in
and
my heart stopped as my stomach flopped.
the first sight of you,
and my heart fluttered,
but of course -
the last time,
my heart shattered,
crumbled and tore.
in the beginning you were
colorful fireworks,
a huge parade,
a bundle of waves;
but all these end with the silence
of the night;
alone and tired, just like myself.
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. ███████...
