12:31 pm
he makes me smile,
he makes me laugh.
even though he lives far,
f a r away,
i shall meet him some day.
his voice is deep,
his smile makes me leap.
i am the pen,
he is the highlighter,
i drew the world;
and he made it brighter.
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. ███████...
