I wish I could stop writing about you.
But a dark ink, wells up overflowing the ***
My hands scoop the ink frantically so I am consumed.
As if hiding in this *** of thoughts as black as a night sky.
There's words woven out of stardust.
~...Words that would make you love me...~
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
I wish I could stop writing about you.
But a dark ink, wells up overflowing the ***
My hands scoop the ink frantically so I am consumed.
As if hiding in this *** of thoughts as black as a night sky.
There's words woven out of stardust.
~...Words that would make you love me...~
