wanting to drift off into the silent waves of the ocean
seemed quite
nostalgic at the time.
your head was pounding, the pills were settling in.
*you were actually about to do it*
the water washes off the letters left in the sand
the scenery was beautiful, unlike him with his bashing words and thoughts.
you said you wanted to do this for a long time, they told you to do it, and maybe succeed this time.
so sadly you succeeded, and let the night take you in as (not hostage) but maybe a foster from my dangerous thoughts.
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leave it to me to start randomly crying about stuff oops
LANA DEL REY IN BOX MOM
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astronomy•poetry
Поэзияthese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
