9:42 pm
i want to go to sleep,
but every time my eyes flutter shut, your crystal blue ones show and a
smile plays on your lips.
i can't sleep, it's impossible.
every time i close my eyes,
you appear
and then i wish that you were here.
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. ███████...
