I'm drunk again; this time more than before.
I'm listening to the music we used to listen to in your iPod on the train ride rome.
Singing along with beer bottles on the floor.
I wish you were here.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
