It seems that the only lips to speak my
name
in longing,
are those that hide
in my head
The only creatures that ask for me
for more than just a friend,
speak to me
from
under my bed
The only people who hate the world I live
are those who live
within.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
It seems that the only lips to speak my
name
in longing,
are those that hide
in my head
The only creatures that ask for me
for more than just a friend,
speak to me
from
under my bed
The only people who hate the world I live
are those who live
within.
