I'm just a waste of space
These things will never change to you
But at least there is meaning between bodies pieced together beneath sheets
You're a cannibal
And I love it more than I should
Finger tips around my neck-
Grab me by the heart until my veins escape my chest
The ache of my body
The pulsing inside me
I know what it means to dance with the devil
There are more ways than I can count to feel the flame
Waiting for a spark to ignite
(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
I'm just a waste of space
These things will never change to you
But at least there is meaning between bodies pieced together beneath sheets
You're a cannibal
And I love it more than I should
Finger tips around my neck-
Grab me by the heart until my veins escape my chest
The ache of my body
The pulsing inside me
I know what it means to dance with the devil
There are more ways than I can count to feel the flame
Waiting for a spark to ignite
(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
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