My soul wants yours so badly, it aches.
I want you so badly, it's poison.
Your eyes, the gateway.
I'm suddenly holding hands with
the Devil, herself.
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoesiaA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
10/05/21 11:12PM
My soul wants yours so badly, it aches.
I want you so badly, it's poison.
Your eyes, the gateway.
I'm suddenly holding hands with
the Devil, herself.
