my lungs have given up
you weren't my oxygen
no
you were my drug
it was you that kept me alive
for this long
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
五十
my lungs have given up
you weren't my oxygen
no
you were my drug
it was you that kept me alive
for this long
