it felt like a kiss from god
stung, swollen red and lots of
peculiarity
I move my hips in the mirror wondering if I'd look good to you
I just want comfort
it's so cold so much of the time
in an existence
chock full of unknown
I just want something to hold onto
so I'll do as you ask
I'll put your crimson hand to my mouth and pull
in
through my teeth
anything anything anything I can breath in
just to sit in a field of flowers
and feel a lively warmth radiate from within
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
it felt like a kiss from god
stung, swollen red and lots of
peculiarity
I move my hips in the mirror wondering if I'd look good to you
I just want comfort
it's so cold so much of the time
in an existence
chock full of unknown
I just want something to hold onto
so I'll do as you ask
I'll put your crimson hand to my mouth and pull
in
through my teeth
anything anything anything I can breath in
just to sit in a field of flowers
and feel a lively warmth radiate from within
I ate like 8 gummies sos
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