10:34 pm
when i'm feeling down -
you are there,
as a friend,
as a voice,
as a listener.
you send me long paragraphs
that make me cry -
but in a good way,
things that most are afraid to say.
a tear rolls down my cheek,
as i feel like i've been beat -
you are too nice,
and i would know,
because i was just as
foolish
as you once.
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. ███████...
