Why cant I just be okay with it.
Everything is spinning, and I can't gain control.
The silver colors red on my skin as her fingertips color your body in lust.
Im going insane, I must.
Without you, I see less than half the world.
My fingers around the silver metal are curled.
Yet again, we meet my friend.
Oh how I've missed you.
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated with hopelessness
ПоэзияWell I know no one will probably read these but I write a lot of the time, just random little poems or anything that comes to mind. I usually write these when I'm depressed or having anxiety. I just want to post some of them, even though barely anyo...
