Hello,
dear.
It's been awhile since I've last saw your scarred face,
those pockmarks etched across your skin
as you leered at me with those
hungry, greedy eyes.
It's been awhile since your words have affected me,
how they used to whisper in my ears
about all those little imperfections that scatter across my body like rainclouds on a sunny day-
But not everyone seems to hate rain.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
Hello,
dear.
It's been awhile since I've last saw your scarred face,
those pockmarks etched across your skin
as you leered at me with those
hungry, greedy eyes.
It's been awhile since your words have affected me,
how they used to whisper in my ears
about all those little imperfections that scatter across my body like rainclouds on a sunny day-
But not everyone seems to hate rain.
C: glad he locked away this little monster of mine
Sur ma route
by black m
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