you are the cushy
bed of down i want
to throw my world
worn body upon
and pretend that i
don't exist.
YOU ARE READING
paper
Poetryburn my paper soul with the fire of your love | POE 56 | cover cr @softaen
blanket
you are the cushy
bed of down i want
to throw my world
worn body upon
and pretend that i
don't exist.