Mar 2016
My heart is hollow
but, is
occupied.
I am still consumed,
by him,
like his hold still
creeps on to my skin.
In his absence, why
there love still
exists, and is
emboldened.
-qyf
but, is
occupied.
I am still consumed,
by him,
like his hold still
creeps on to my skin.
In his absence, why
there love still
exists, and is
emboldened.
-qyf
