Does love come from lips, poems, or my heart?
Reality is a mirror and the day is magic.
A labyrinth of life and longing.
The day is dull in this world.
The calm before the storm.
You remember the butterflies, don't you???
Day 23- Bargaining with death.
wow i’m in my feels about you bro. o well lmao |
SORRY FOR THE ART METAPHOR AGAIN LMAO, i ran with the idea and i had a couple different phrasings. 💓💓
i wrote this up quickly, but i hope you enjoy:)
i don't feel okay, today.
So I looked at you, and let the butterflies that were screaming in my stomach speak.
hello readers...this is just a piece of my imagination... and if somehow you don't find this terrible then plzz show little love .
And, god, do I love the feeling.