XVII.
How come
The rush of adrenalin
Is so containing
So addicting
How come
The evil smile
Of a sunken stone
Is heavier than a thousand
Rising suns
How come
The same thing
That makes me happy
Will be my bane
At the end of the day
How come
We're falling down
So so fast
Drowning in ocean blue
~A/N~
okay so it was 4 am when I wrote this and I regret it but done is done, trash likewise
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Flos Chorum - (n.) Dancing Flower
PoetryThis is so bad, I'm so sorry, i started writing this when I was like 13, but anyway; •A poetry collection for lost souls• I have written all the poems in this book and the cover is also made by me. Feel free to correct any spelling mistakes and I wo...
