Is there anything I can do
to make you love me?
I ache only for human touch against my skin.
I feel like my desires are a sin
against humanity,
and the way your hands would move across mine is the only thing that's sacred
I am filled with hatred.
You don't know how long I've waited
for this moment, beneath
the pale white light.
Words riddled with meaning.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC
Is there anything I can do
to make you love me?
I ache only for human touch against my skin.
I feel like my desires are a sin
against humanity,
and the way your hands would move across mine is the only thing that's sacred
I am filled with hatred.
You don't know how long I've waited
for this moment, beneath
the pale white light.
Words riddled with meaning.
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