If my lips were to entwine with the vines that
found their way around your neck.
If a Black hole were to shatter in to our souls
separating us from our very own existence.
Only then would thoughtless moments trickle down our skin.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
If my lips were to entwine with the vines that
found their way around your neck.
If a Black hole were to shatter in to our souls
separating us from our very own existence.
Only then would thoughtless moments trickle down our skin.
