𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 ✓

poem - 35

you are like a fresh air in the morning,

grey fogs covering my eyesight,

sometimes i inhale it too much,

intoxicating my lung,

same with your love,

it intoxicates me when i'm loving you.