12:56 pm
my body is cold
my body is still.
the blood on my hands,
gives me a chill.
my body felt bold,
it took much skill -
but my body was
six
feet
u n d e r
as the sky rumbled with thunder.
my heart skipped beats.
but it soon gave out
my destination, ended its route.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Puisi[ 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. ███████...
