7:27 pm
i miss her in the bluntest ways.
i miss the way she talked to me.
i miss the way she brushed her hair back with her hand,
the way she smiled and
her jawline would move ever so slightly.
the way she would laugh adorably.
it's only been minutes of not being next
to her -
but i haven't stopped missing her,
not one damn second.
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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. ███████...
