My heart is hurting so bad and I don't know how to convalesce from the wounds it has or how every vein in my body has a memory and a goodbye attached to it and flowing through me all at once.
Hand me the tissues so that I can wipe the away the stars that is tickling down my eyes. And then , my incandescent love for you will fade away along with the stars that brought us together.
- fate
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
