A new lover's touch that I look forward to.
A new heart to hold.
A new set of mannerisms to learn.
A new mind to get lost in.
But
What if your heart tilts
What if I am not what you require
What if I am already a memory
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
