02:31 am
Falling back to sleep means there's lesser time to experience you. Your ecstatic glares and your playful hair; simply just you. You're my favourite thing to study, but love, you must leave soon before you're nothing more than flesh and blood to me and your words induce a God complex in me and I break your very soul into nothing, but me.
YOU ARE READING
My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
