My desire is shielded by pale skin and spineless structure
The heaving in my chest is my heart clutching the pits of my empty stomach
as my lungs whisper
honey harmonies
Any intention of uttering my fascination is quickly dwindling back into my nail beds
Please don't go
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
My desire is shielded by pale skin and spineless structure
The heaving in my chest is my heart clutching the pits of my empty stomach
as my lungs whisper
honey harmonies
Any intention of uttering my fascination is quickly dwindling back into my nail beds
Please don't go
