When a piece of the mind becomes attached to that part of our body,
It is a terrifying thing.
To long in your heart for the ******** time of your life,
Is a terrifying lust.
To have to tell yourself,
You deserve more than that....
And yet not care because all you can feel is the absence of the Flames,
Not yet dancing on the tip of your tongue.
It is a terrifying thing.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
When a piece of the mind becomes attached to that part of our body,
It is a terrifying thing.
To long in your heart for the ******** time of your life,
Is a terrifying lust.
To have to tell yourself,
You deserve more than that....
And yet not care because all you can feel is the absence of the Flames,
Not yet dancing on the tip of your tongue.
It is a terrifying thing.
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