10:55 pm
i've got moon dust in my lungs,
wafting around aimlessly
like shooting stars in the
space that is my body.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
moon dust
10:55 pm
i've got moon dust in my lungs,
wafting around aimlessly
like shooting stars in the
space that is my body.
