spiritually, you drain me. my life and my essence get exhausted in your flower wilting hands and my dreams get crushed by the perfect crane of your neck.
dangerously, you take me. you engulf my soul until my skin is littered with bruises and throat is hoarse in your name.
stupidly, i still want you. to paint the sunset with me until my eyes are heavy and your chest is cushion to my heavy neck.
forever, i will stay with you, until the stars burn and our hearts begin to fade. although, that will mark the start of eons of us.
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poetryi like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
