The Drabbles of a Young Mind

Cravings

An artist

A writer

A poet

A liar

Can you really blame her?

She always did as she was told

Now you're just a stranger

And you better believe that act is getting old

She'll never admit it, but god how she misses you

Your touch, your smell, everything that has to do with you

Burns her down to the core

And will always leave her wanting more

Yearning for what she can have, nevermore.