11:05 pm
you are my wildflower in a patch of roses.
and i am your sunshine, keeping you alive.
just as you do with me,
making me smile and
laugh and stay bright.
anyone can love a rose.
but it takes a great deal,
to love a wild flower;
for one is full of difference.
it's ordinary to love the beautiful,
but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.
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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. ███████...
