she looked up into those dark eyes of his
engulfing her with every breath she took
and hoped
that this was love
not suicide
a.b.
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coffee | bittersweet poems
شِعرa collection of poems that i write in my lowest/highest points. enjoy a piece of my heart xx // weekly updates DISCLAIMER: I am not the owner of the cover artwork or any of the artworks I include in this book unless otherwise stated. If you would li...
