She loved the soft touch
On her shriveled skin
My wilted Daisy
The moisture of my lips
Were enough
To make her feel
Replete with satisfaction
And I think she is perfect
Because by looking at her
Her soul gets a regenerating feeling
And the cracks in her skin
Cease to exist any longer
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
She loved the soft touch
On her shriveled skin
My wilted Daisy
The moisture of my lips
Were enough
To make her feel
Replete with satisfaction
And I think she is perfect
Because by looking at her
Her soul gets a regenerating feeling
And the cracks in her skin
Cease to exist any longer
