i want to touch your naked soul.
i want you to rub your bareness on my skin and fill me up with rhymes and poetries, to pull every strands of my hair as i scream muffled sounds, mimicking the way angels hum. darling, i am the incarnation of a fallen angel that is no longer pristine, purify me with your heavenly glow and worship me oh so gently with the hands that once touched divinity.
003 | seah.
YOU ARE READING
HOLLOWED SOUL OF THE MISTRESS OF DEATH
Şiircovered by the waves of poetries i drowned beneath it all
