7:54 pm
you made the flowers grow
in my lungs,
and although they are beautiful,
i can't
f r e a k i n g b r e a t h e .
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. ███████...
