12:51 pm
for some reason i cant forget you -
you are constantly on my mind.
im running on fumes, but i'm gonna make it;
even though you pick at me bit by bit.
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. ███████...
