"It's almost midnight now
and all I'm able to think about
is how you're asleep
and I'm licking my lips, trying to find the last of the vanilla flavour you left on them
because I can still feel your soft peach lips , on my chapped cherry ones
I can still remember the butterflies in my stomach when you stepped a little closer
I can still see the shine in your blue eyes when you looked into my copper ones
and so now the minutes are starting to turn into hours of me biting my bottom lip
trying to understand at what point my heart decided it was okay to fall in love again."
-r.b
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I knoowwww it's been absolutely forever since I've updated like wtffffffff
This kinda lowkey rlly sucked but oh well sorry
-your very own broken girl 💛
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
