'Is it not a pity, how the saddest people smile the brightest?
How we are so easily fooled by the cure of their lips?
Are we that foolish and unobservant as to not notice?'
Just a collection of short poems,
Written with no aim.
Embrace it with all your heart,
Or leave it shunned and scarred.
'She is a mess of gorgeous chaos,
And you can see it in her eyes.'
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ღ "oh god."
your breathing was getting heavier and you couldn't bear to stand there and stare at her half naked anymore.
"y/n, we shouldn't do this."
"i know, i'll go."
she grabbed your arm to stop you.
"don't go."