Aesthetic vinyl
Third wheel
Italian retro
My mind lost in an endless metro.
Broken bottle of wine
Coldness down my spine
Eyes full of fire
What's your biggest desire?
Scattered pills
Your indestructible shield
My shorty glimpse
Eradicated twist.
Dance with me.
YOU ARE READING
sunrise storm || poetry
Poetrybecause my soul needs to be fed and my thoraxes need to collide in my mind, one lonely place for your shimmering heart.
