You couldn’t tell I was crying because my eyes were closed.
You were sexy cupid for Halloween and I just wanted to be covered in blood. Our differences were superb to the point where, in reality, it was disturbing.
a snarky tune one i used to play just for you no longer somber no longer under hold on honey my phone’s ringing seems i’ve given my number
Thank you so much! That is one of my favorites. I do have a lot of pieces with sexual references, but that’s one of the few that doesn’t have any. The poem is about letting go. I know you asked […]
My muse is six feet, a hundred and ninety pounds and cradles my soul in his arms without knowing it.
I touched your tips and it felt like this was it.
the aura that glistens from day till night the way their eyes speak and how colors suddenly become everything expectations become nothing and the moment you live in becomes a lasting memory forever distilled in the chest behind your breast
A lot of people will break your heart, but if you look at the bright side, only one will be the worst.
the room’s a dark shade of red where the passion still lingers but those eyes – i become devoured by worms as you smile at my grave with the day, you long for a face of eyes that speak truth […]
We were so good, but so good only lasts for so long.