in moments of feelings i write, pressed in words flood my mind, jotted down notes on my cellar phone, i translate these, to their archived home.
in my darkest days i yet to peacefully sleep, my warmth is lost in cold; im feeling weak, i do not eat only dream of kisses, starved for a stranger amor..
i will carve feelings you ashamed me to feel, bleed black ink in arm to leg, chest to calf to heal & feel. to catching courage again one day, when no longer scared or afraid, and to be able to trust anew but now i wait for i cant appreciate..
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
in moments of feelings i write, pressed in words flood my mind, jotted down notes on my cellar phone, i translate these, to their archived home.
in my darkest days i yet to peacefully sleep, my warmth is lost in cold; im feeling weak, i do not eat only dream of kisses, starved for a stranger amor..
i will carve feelings you ashamed me to feel, bleed black ink in arm to leg, chest to calf to heal & feel. to catching courage again one day, when no longer scared or afraid, and to be able to trust anew but now i wait for i cant appreciate..
