When only your embrace quelled me
Only your words soothed me
Only your affection moved me.
I have these fantasies that keep me pacified like a child. Tales of ultimate romance. And the pages are torn away, the story is in pieces. The neurotic are the closest to a true understanding of god;
Flailing with emotions, coming and going, painting you like heaven, their canvass on fire. I'm glad you got out.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC