2 / 7 / 17 : 1:58 pm
long bus rides is what ends our time.
we talk about struggles, but all is fine.
every blonde needs a burnette,
and your the chocolate
to my golden birthday cake.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
