maybe our forever wasn't carved on rock,
somewhere between thunder and the rolling sea,
maybe we were not a happy love story,
but, we'll always remain a perfect tragedy.
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Stains | Completed
Poetry❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
