You are all as loud as
a vaccum cleaner,
The living room's a refrigerator
and my room's a heater.
And he,
He is my safety zone,
a smell of his cologne
and I know I'm not alone,
I cannot name the
feeling in a rhyme,
I guess it feels like
erasing bad times.
Why'd you decide to get
annoying and inquisitive
when I'm high on love?
Why'd you push my buttons
when I'm on a high, love?
When I'm spotting that
love drunk smile,
just leave me alone for a while,
it takes time for an
overdose to sink in,
meanwhile, just trust that
I'm living from within.
- Crimsyy♡
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
PoesíaThe sequel to "Ramblings Of A Storm" Because sometimes a human is enough to drive you wild. - Crimsyy♡
