Her tongue wept
For the ****
she’d never receive
Crevices she’d
never taste
Her stomach protested
For the smell
of butterflies
Her brain lamented
For the knowledge
she possessed
Her arms yearned
For the woman
she’d never hold
Her knees screamed
For the carpet
it'll never greet
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
Her tongue wept
For the ****
she’d never receive
Crevices she’d
never taste
Her stomach protested
For the smell
of butterflies
Her brain lamented
For the knowledge
she possessed
Her arms yearned
For the woman
she’d never hold
Her knees screamed
For the carpet
it'll never greet