In the bowels of the darkness you feel yourself, touch your skin and wash yourself off with a glass of white wine. You touch your wounds and scars, feel them deeply, with all your levels of emotions. You plant deep kisses on them and feel your mind grazing those wounds. You feel the guilt of how long you ignored and hated yourself. You look at the mirror... at the reflection staring back at you... how much did you love or feel or touch or care for yourself?
You look at the white wine in your glass, its clear... transparent... but what about yourself? How much clarity or transparency so you have? How much do you know yourself? Do you know how badly your body has been craving love... like a person dieting for too long having a strong urge to consume junk food. So... relax... drink a bit...feel yourself...give time to yourself...
Right now its just you and a half consumers bottle of white wine
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Desire
RomanceLove is the most beautiful curse you could ever give anyone because its beautiful when you have it and a curse when you don't.... Imagine smoking or drinking with dim lights and your favourite music playing.... Short random thoughts.♡♡♡ 908 in poems...
