Vote

your call was to an deaf your un sober thoughts have drown your liquored tip lead me here through your hollows nighttime that swallows your minds flesh take off your whores forehead my last love sessions over ? ... .. .

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

lashingstars

For You?

Written by

lashingstars

Published

Jan 12, 2018

Time

1m

Tags: #sad #whore #fingers #herself

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell lashingstars how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog Support FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write