11:52 pm
"i don't believe in magic"
said a young boy.
"oh, when you see her,
sparks will fly,
things will change,
dreams will come true"
"no, i refuse to believe it,
how is it even merely possible?"
he asked and huffed out a
breath with his
bottom lip poked out.
"she is the sparks, she is the change,
she is the dream,
my young boy...just wait and see"
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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. ███████...
