my body was not made
to be loved on occasion,
but to be devoured by warm hands
and grasped by sharp features.
you were meant to love me,
to be my savior
in times of indecision
or constraint.
now you are but a whisper
in a world full of screaming children,
waiting for their mothers to come
home.
t.m.v
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
my body was not made
to be loved on occasion,
but to be devoured by warm hands
and grasped by sharp features.
you were meant to love me,
to be my savior
in times of indecision
or constraint.
now you are but a whisper
in a world full of screaming children,
waiting for their mothers to come
home.
t.m.v
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