| author's note |
his eyes were t i r e d
his body was a w a k e.
his heart was e m p t y
his lungs were f u l l.
and he didn’t know
where he w a s .
*
about a man who didn’t sleep,
without a drink to close his eyes.
until his heart found some new drunk,
in the kiss of her lips,
breathing for his lungs.
*
a new type of happiness.
sincerely,
sage









Good poem. 🔥
As always, 💗