i think somethings wrong with me i cant stop thinking of how good your body looks on top of me do you wanna get on top of me slip off my shirt - slip off my insecurities bring down my jeans - bring down my anxieties your locks are so soft on my face but your lips softer on my neck everytime we argue my soul tantrums with a “please, not yet.” so come on over baby and get on top of me again so our souls may whisper back and forth until we reach our end
i guess its just more than you being on top of me i guess i like your soul being so close to mine
You left me again For good this time On a December day That was icy and cold Sweet and snowy Shortly after Christmas As I clutched your hand And tried to ask For your heart For you to stay For another chance
I still wait For a text Or a call Every day I pray That you'll want me Again one day But I don't think You're coming back Like you did before I don't think You love me Like you once did If you do At all
Because on that day That December day The weather wasn't The only thing Cold and icy Your heart Gave the weather A run for its money As you Ripped mine Out of my chest
He was the one who had The reds of love in a halo around his head, The one who had the oranges swirling in his cheeks, And yellow sunshine spilling out of his mouth as he talked. New green buds sprouted wherever his hands touched, As if he was making everything beautiful and new. His legs were a bright blue sky, And his indigo ankles never stumbled. His purple feet sang wherever he went, And when he opened up his arms to hug me, His body turned pink, The pink of Easter eggs and innocence. I knew I would never see black again.
I tried another painting prompt! Please tell me what meaning you find. :)