10:18 am
*i would cry tears of joy
if someone sent this to me*
"i'm really sorry if this wakes you up.
It's 4:36 AM and all i can do is
think about you."
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. ███████...
