Poetry has never hurt like this before. I beg of you, drown this
hurt, and **** it with your last touch. Touch my skin with your lips, let them rest against my bare neck. And let me drown in
you as well the disillusionment of a love separated by the stars. Spare me one last look, tame in me this fire that yearns for you,
this fire that can't be put out. Save me. From myself, one last night, before we say goodbye.
Sandoval
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Poetry has never hurt like this before. I beg of you, drown this
hurt, and **** it with your last touch. Touch my skin with your lips, let them rest against my bare neck. And let me drown in
you as well the disillusionment of a love separated by the stars. Spare me one last look, tame in me this fire that yearns for you,
this fire that can't be put out. Save me. From myself, one last night, before we say goodbye.
Sandoval
