i want his voice
his touch
his love
his face
our memories
to seep out of me
like the way
dinner can leave someones mouth
-leave me alone
YOU ARE READING
black roses painted red.
Poezjathis is a book that i have poured my heart, soul and all my vulnerabilities into. thank you for being my home and holding my heart when no one else did. i hope when you read this that you can connect with me and the others who have read this, i hope...
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i want his voice
his touch
his love
his face
our memories
to seep out of me
like the way
dinner can leave someones mouth
-leave me alone
