12:47 am
the love in my heart drips
like the tattoos on your skin.
colorful ;
yet
b l a c k
&
w h i t e.
there is something about the mystery with you, the unknown & darkness that draws me in; you see things not for their color ; but for what they truly are.
i find that oddly beautiful about you,
just like your tattoos.
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. ███████...
