Lips are meant to be kissed, but yours were meant to be bitten. I miss nibbling the ebony out of your darkness and lighting up a new fire. We burned so well that i never realized that we were burning out like a dwindling twilight blaze. it was never meant, and the realization is making me sicker and sicker the more I sit in front of this phone and call my common sense to me to only receive your whispers on the voice mail. Im emptier. Emptier than I've ever been because you took the life out of me. ******* thief.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
Lips are meant to be kissed, but yours were meant to be bitten. I miss nibbling the ebony out of your darkness and lighting up a new fire. We burned so well that i never realized that we were burning out like a dwindling twilight blaze. it was never meant, and the realization is making me sicker and sicker the more I sit in front of this phone and call my common sense to me to only receive your whispers on the voice mail. Im emptier. Emptier than I've ever been because you took the life out of me. ******* thief.
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