darling,
you are the story
i will never tell
to my future kids
you are the words that
will bleed like rain on
diary pages
you are the empty
cups of coffee I’ll
fill my cluttered desk
you are the ashes
of yet another
wretched pack of menthols
you are forever
and will always be
my empty, painful
secret; love me, please?
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
darling,
you are the story
i will never tell
to my future kids
you are the words that
will bleed like rain on
diary pages
you are the empty
cups of coffee I’ll
fill my cluttered desk
you are the ashes
of yet another
wretched pack of menthols
you are forever
and will always be
my empty, painful
secret; love me, please?
