Scittering across the forest floor,
My thoughts dance,
and twirl.
Trailing down your skin,
With lovely touches.
I am not good enough.
I want to hurt you,
Hurt myself,
Let myself ******* fall.
I wonder what it would be like if you watched the whole thing.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Scittering across the forest floor,
My thoughts dance,
and twirl.
Trailing down your skin,
With lovely touches.
I am not good enough.
I want to hurt you,
Hurt myself,
Let myself ******* fall.
I wonder what it would be like if you watched the whole thing.
I have no words to describe how I felt writing this.maybe melancholy? Bittersweet? Not very sure.
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