12:05 am
it's midnight
and the freckles on my face
make constellations
that connect together
like our hearts.
and the tears strolling down my cheeks
are the shooting stars
that fall like my sad soul.
and my face is a galaxy
but i'm so much more than stardust.
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. ███████...
