i looked at the bartender
and his skin was misty with stars
"'surprise me'?" he said, with
imitation dancing across his lips
i nodded, preparing for the worst
and when he handed me a drink
it shone like liquescent sunshine
and when i drank it,
ecstasy flooded my veins
and filled me with simple, pure joy
i turned to the bartender with wide eyes
but all he did was smile
(a/n: this one sucks but thank you so much for 5k reads!!! ahhh that's actually insane oh my god thank you so much frens ily)
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
