You inspire me to write,
just not in the way you used to
Before, your heartbeat was the rhythm of my pen
Now, your memory writes the love story I can't get back
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
The taste of roses lingers on my lips, reminding me of the fire she ignites with her kiss. Lips on lips, lips on skin. My body cries out for her again.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
Sometimes you can't just scream
and let it all out
because you can't always
take a big enough breath to
equal your pain
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC