You pour into me like a *** of hot water simmering into the abyss of a lover's chamber where there is no where else for me to run yet into the arms of a man who has nothing to give, and always tends to fall.

Why do I love the broken?
Why do I love the untamed and depressed version of you?
Because I remember what it's like, to chase a shadow and never stop running until destined to be out of breath.

The deer in the distance see's you and you know that it's true...
because every soul of a witches truth casts a spell on you.
You're thick like molasses and lookin like something that came out of empty ashes.