we were happy living our brightest lie, until a lonely evening came along,
when in a drunken haze, we spilled some of our darkest truths.
it's unexplained why we believe something, that was perhaps never right,
because neither of us will forget that we were not drunk that night.
YOU ARE READING
Stains | Completed
Poetry❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
