I still wonder
how a single hello of yours
could make my heartbeat explodes like fireworks on new year's eve.
YOU ARE READING
Dusty Ink.
PoetryThis is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?
Fireworks.
I still wonder
how a single hello of yours
could make my heartbeat explodes like fireworks on new year's eve.